by Carmen Mason

I have been a lattice
all my life
but now the winds have ceased
the roses’ merciless thorns
all fallen,   nailing dry
rose petals beneath me
into hard ground

I beg to let me fall with them
not outlive the one
who fashioned me
whose propping and prolonging
with new wood, paint and nails
seem like a crucifixual
stand for beauty ~

it matters nothing now
my bracing of
this grave world:
He is not coming
He will never come


Carmen Mason has always written poetry and prose as meditation and to make some sense of things. They are a way to duel and dance with love and fear, joy and discovery.