Photo by Bob Huff, used by permission of Emma Swift.
(A Meditation on Emma Swift’s Version of “Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands”)
(all)
Of a sudden
(wind)
In thirsty fists
(tempests)
In my soul
Are blooming
In the gardens
Of the damned
(all)
Of a sudden
(tempests)
On the throne
(lap)
Up the bones
Of night
(ghosts)
In half mask
(drunk)
On the grace
Of moments
Called ‘now’
And ‘before’