Blank Verse Sonnet
tree of life. Drifting to sleep, I float in
turquoise sea, a hanging moon, blue sky falls.
Purple, orange, sky afire sunset,
three-quarter moon so bright behind the trees.
Long month of rain and bird song morn, your voice
an echo to my past, shadows falling.
Bursting lungs search for the surface, failing.
She spoke her fears, silence breaking, courage
speaking, wisdom searching, sacrificing
much. As hunting witches settles boundaries,
violations punished; killing persists.
Lovebursts. From apathy to empathy,
your buds unfold, becoming who you are.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019