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‘Ashes of April’ and other poems

By: Shannon Winestone

ASHES OF APRIL

Ashes of April—farewell, goodbye…
You were my harbor, my city, my sky.

THE SAGE

for Himself

The voice of the sage rattles the mountains,
Sighs through the orchards, whispers with the rain—
Singing the songs of Israfel.
His is the hand that consecrates the wine,
Anoints you with aloes, baptizes you with fire.
His is the voice that echoes inside you,
Warning of me in dreams dire, saying,
“Run to the altar. Plead for your life,
For she, my son, is the siren.
And her song peals like a bell in the night
As you drown in delirium.
Run to the altar. Plead for your life,
Or flee to the mountains—bid the rocks to shelter you.”

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Shannon Winestone is the founding editor of The New Stylus. She admires poetry that is well-crafted, transcendent, and full of emotive power. Her work has either appeared or is upcoming in the following journals: The Raven ReviewThe Stray BranchThe HyperTextsEphemeral Elegies, and Merion West.

2 COMMENTS

  1. Shannon’s poems are written in a unique poetic voice that seems to speak to us from another time, another era, in which sages and sirens still exist, and words themselves are imbued with a deep Biblical resonance. This work is powerful and memorable!

    • Thank you so much, my friend! I truly appreciate such high praise, especially from yourself. The way you describe my work is precisely how I want it to come across to others, and I am so glad that I have been successful in that endeavor.

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