ANDREW SENIOR
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POETRY
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
fizzling
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 andrewseniorwriting.weebly.com
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