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Image by Christopher Osten

In Waiting

Billowing without, 
on border lands eclipsed, 
eyes taking hold, 
diving at the blazing flame: 
gold sigh, warm heart, 
his flesh-held bones 
strong to break the fall, 
waiting to catch she
in room 

on concrete rigid sat, 
beneath a filament 
to the power of one, 
strained bone posture, 
eyes running backwards.

Waiting, always, to be let in,
waiting to carry her  
      – love blind –
from filament to fire.

Andrew Senior is a writer of short fiction and poetry based in Sheffield, UK. His work has recently appeared, or is forthcoming, in Isele Magazine, Postbox Magazine, Vaine, Litro and The Honest Ulsterman. Visit



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