•Site Index
•Top 15 Entries
•Contributors
•Submissions
•Guestbook
•Trackback
•Glossary
|
This is a page by a guest author, being hosted by the Kitopedia. It does not represent the work or necessarily the opinions of Christopher Sunami. These entries are NOT publicly licensed. All rights are retained by the original author. No entries may be reproduced without permission and attribution. Reprinted here by permission.
Search
Categories
Forums
Blogs
Bookmarks
Hero For Christ | Ellie HastingsIt's a pleasure for me to host these poems by Ellie Hastings, also known as "inspiration", one of my favorite poets. They are untitled, but I think of them as "Love" and "Death." --ed. (1) We found the hill, the sepia stones, hard edges still damp with the ache of winter. Gold-rimmed afternoon, almost too late for starting out with our packs resurrected from disuse, musty as old manuscripts. We peeled away the layers of our clothing as they grew damp, and my lips sucked icy water from the bottle you held. I tasted dust on your fingertips, rough as bark, gripping the rocks that bruised us. The mystery of altitude, the changing weather as we climbed. Snow dripped from the newborn leaves and glistened on our bodies like sweat. The sky fled upwards. How I touched you, again and again. © 2004 Ellie Hastings. All Rights Reserved. Reprinted by permission See Ellie's contest-winning guest strip for long-running online comic "Sluggy Freelance". |