Twenty Summers
Twenty summers have passed,
and the river’s memory stretches
warm on a boulder,
waiting for her lover
as I wait,
in the deep hold of winter,
a stone in my shoe,
bothersome boulder
where many
burnished suns ago,
I excelled
in every way
in his eyes,
oceanic gray
watching me
stretch
above the waters
roiling
as every
pool of remembrance is
in flames,
and I am warm,
restless beneath
the ice floes,
bereft of your body,
twenty summers gone,
twenty silvered stones,
twenty rivers reimagining
us
twenty times
again and again,
that I have lost you.
- © Melissa Chappell 2021
I am an author living in S:outh Carolina, USA. I have been published in Amethyst Review, Dreich Magazine, A New Ulster, BlazeVox, and Adelaide Literary Review. My latest publication was Doors Carelessly Left Ajar (Alien Buddha Press, 2020). I was a Pushcart Prize nominee in 2019 and a Short LIst Nominee for the Adelaide 2021 LIterary Award. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my poetry.
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