Richard Parkes Bonington – The Undercliff, 1828
written by: Aleathia Drehmer
@AleathiaD
They have left the child
on the shore like driftwood
washed up from rough seas.
He is limp, wrapped in
crimson swaddle, his father
leaning against the cliff engulfed
in the silence of loss. He can’t
help but stare out at the
indiscriminate ocean. Her lips
ready to drink the souls
of the misfortunate. The father
notices the violet turned skies
against the looming white stone face,
looking for a way to climb up,
only to throw himself down again.
Aleathia Drehmer was once the editor and creator of Durable Goods and In Between Altered States, co-editor of Full of Crow and Zygote in My Coffee. Her work has been published in print and online since 2006. Her most recent poems can be seen in Heroin Love Songs, Fragmented Lines, South Shore Review, Ambrosial Literary Garland, and The Red Penguin Collective. She is currently editing her first novel, Resistance, and chipping away at the second novel, The Hunted & The Hidden. Aleathia’s love of poetry is ongoing.
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