spirals of light
fell through your window
illuminating the gold
in your hair,
and perhaps you were right when you
said you were an elf;
for you were both beautiful and distant
and ever so cold—
but i don’t think every elf should be
you were clearly born to ones raised by wolves
for you only saw light in me and sought
to tear it apart
so i could be thrust on oblivion’s wings
but i refused;
so in turn you forgot me and killed the person i once
was in the cruel winter of your smile.
About the Author:
Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. Her poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has three published chapbooks A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press – June 2013), Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon – January 2014), and If Tomorrow Never Comes (Scars Publications, August 2016). Her fantasy novel Blood & Magic was published in March 2015. The second novel of this series Dragons & Magic was published in October 2015. The third of the seven book series Centaurs & Magic was published November 2016. Her novels Corvids & Magic and Phoenix Tears are forthcoming.
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