Posted on May 3, 2022May 3, 2022 by arialigiWould Chamber Would that she would bear it, under the blarney breach, And in the surf- pain swear it was greater than Not lesser than the seed. Could she hold it in; could she tear it from its bunker; Where the nestled heartbeat, Half -formed, halftorn palpitating with discordant measure, Would this nearness to her own; constant inside The queenly throne, keep it safe from the terror, Coffin lacquered and blackened bones. Shadows now enthrall & leave us wondering in vacant halls, Where choice is a distant call, we make in whispers, Wishing for answers from that silent chamber. Copyright © 2018 Aria Ligi Poetic Justice Books, and on Amazon Share this:TweetLike this:Like Loading...
Passionate, precise and superbly sculpted. This is powerfully evocative writing that rings so true – all we come to expect from Aria Ligi. At her best, a truly majestic poet. Reply
Aria Ligi 
Passionate, precise and superbly sculpted. This is powerfully evocative writing that rings so true – all we come to expect from Aria Ligi. At her best, a truly majestic poet.