Fever in Ivory
by Melanie Browne
the partridge rosette that sits on her head,
shredded remnants of spring scattered
across the stonehenge
of her heart,
She doesn’t pray for
Spring’s return
like all the others-
instead she sits and waits
her heart counter to
the precambrian wind,
she is frozen
in time,
like a statue of Mary,
far from Jerusalem,
the hammer of wintertide
colossal clock of winter
Melanie Browne is a poet and fiction writer living in Texas.
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