A Lament for June
written by: C.S. Michelle
With a slowing heart I write in earnest,
The raven sails against the winds of time.
Do not weep for me, my sweet wife dearest,
My hour at the front was not benign.
Take heed this message forged in bloody mire.
No war sings lament for fallen paled.
Am I the foe, who fought in haste with ire?
I wonder now as I approach the veil.
Although I bleed upon new-cradled loam,
My lone regret is that I’ve left you twice.
I pray the sleep of death is much like home,
For if I dream of you, it will suffice.
Pray, find me. Take me to our willow tree.
And where you are, the earth will part for me.
C.S. Michelle is a writer and photographer based in Texas, where skies are wide and the unrelenting heat grants mercy to no one. When she’s not pursuing creative endeavors, she spends her time among family, friends, and books. In her younger, Lord of the Rings obsessed years, she couldn't have imagined she’d be so lucky to lead a rather hobbit-ish life. Her stories have been featured in the San Antonio Review and Friday Flash Fiction, and her photography has been published by Neiman Marcus, The Society Diaries Magazine, and The Knot.
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