Granite

By Cynthia Eddy

She lives there

In the bloody chambers

Turned granite cold.

 

Between them is the shy smile

A grain of salt

Or a line of tears.

 

The anger lives beside her

In the dwelling place

Of ice and heat.

 

Cramped in these cells

She fights to crawl out

And is alive.

 

 

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Cynthia Eddy lives and writes on the eastern shore of Virginia.  The quiet village sustains her sense of neighbor and belonging.  She holds a BA in Art History. Poetry creates a chord between reader and poet.  That chord remains long after the reading.  Every poem reaches into the reader and brings forth an understanding, a moment of ‘I’ve been there’. She has been published in Third Wednesday, Eunoia Review and in Emerge Literary Journal.


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