by Briony Dennis
You are Gone.
Led by ancient malice. Your journey began.
Glassy green eyes of cool reflection
As I struggled you were not taken from me ...
A chrysalis, from the gnarled black,
unfurling little fists --
I was meant to die.
But your veins ran with flaxen love,
I look down upon our citadel alive
Copyright © 2003, Briony Dennis
Briony Dennis comes from Hampshire, England, and is interested in exploring mythology, science and different personas through her poetry. She is currently completing a Masters Degree in Critical and Creative Writing at King Alfred's College, Winchester and plans to continue towards a PhD with a thesis in the relationship between science and poetry. The poetry of Ted Hughes, T.S. Eliot, W.B. Yeats and Marion Lomax has most influenced her poetic expression. Briony likes to give a reader a journey through an emotional narrative, one which utilises all the senses of the reader. She has been writing poetry for 12 years.
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