Issue 8, January 2011
Weaving Loneliness
By Alexandra Seidel
Penelope, will you not rest your shuffle?
Will you not stop
the movement to and fro
and take refuge from the wool
burning your skin?
That disaster they call love
left you a powerless slave
of waves hollow with spotless horizon
sails grown on a different loom
and nobody but yourself
left to care
Let it go
all of it
the shuffle and the yarn
the salt and the sand and the waves
this crown that is just linen
and the hope
that undoes all your days
BIO:Alexandra's poetry has appeared in Sybil's Garage, Cabinet des Fées and other venues. She also has work forthcoming in Strange Horizons and Silver Blade.