Autumn Sky Poetry . . . Number 5 . . .

Dead End

In his absence, her thoughts run
to him, though she rises up
under another man.

When the new man leaves her
as good as alone, she switches off
the lamp and thinks of the faithful,
how they paced widows-walks
for a glimpse of their wanderers
hoisting themselves over the horizon.

Hours tail each other like bad drivers
chuffing past her window. High-beams
crisscross shadows, and light climbs
the wall. It never lingers long enough
before it turns to go.



Cheryl Snell

Cheryl Snell is a three-time Pushcart Prize nominee with work in or forthcoming in Red River Review, Remark, Botteghe Oscure, Small Spiral Notebook, and other journals. She is the author of two chapbooks of poetry and a novel, "Shiva’s Arms," forthcoming from Writer’s Lair Books. Her blog is Scattered Light.


© 2007 Cheryl Snell