Penelope Shuttle

3 Poems

footprint

sometimes sorrow
looms for years
dark cloud inching closer

there’s time to prepare
you’re braced for the blow

sometimes sorrow
comes out of the blue
a clear sky
never-dreamed of woe –
you’re unprepared

yet recognize your sorrow at once
as Electra recognises Orestes
by his footprint
be it in mud or sand or blood

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