One Poem by Lizzie Ballagher

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.

Ophelia in Mourning at Evening

Summer seeps away
in a barely moving brook.

Last leaves fall from desolate birch:
those trunks that draw black inks
through the glassy water,
through branchy weeds: runes
signifying autumn’s melancholy
under a sky paling to nightfall.

And not even a twilight-blue wrap
or the gossamer threads
of a needless bridal gown—
now dappled, dank with dew
in evening’s grass—could keep out
sorrow’s cold.

She will go cloak herself, instead,
in widow’s weeds.

 

A published novelist between 1984 and 1996 in North America, the UK, Netherlands and Sweden (pen-name Elizabeth Gibson), Lizzie Ballagher now writes poetry rather than fiction. Her work has been featured in a variety of magazines and webzines: Nine Muses Poetry, Nitrogen House, the Ekphrastic Review, South-East Walker Magazine, Far Eastand Poetry Space.

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