Three Deaths (Poem)

Glowing, golden fields
a journey’s remembrance
comes in flashes
as I lay here.


Radiant angel,
strike me gently
inform me with the secret halo
around my heart.


A slow glorious fall down the line,
lured into corners of life
not breached in daylight.
Darkness blooms, then a surge,
then a coy damsel.
I await sweet mysteries.

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This poem was published on the Atop The Cliffs poetry journal on April 14, 2018.

Painting: Valkyrie, Peter Nicolai Arbo, 1869

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