And there will come a time
And there will come a time
when the sheets will ride up into one,
you and he, meeting again,
melting like rain,
taking a hand in a hand
and putting steps in a soil
too soft to remember you,
yet he is saying something
that you will never forget
but throw into the tempered air
as hot forged steel, and slice him
to the soft bone, in spite of love.
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Helen Pletts is a regular IS&T contributor. She was born in the UK
but now lives in Prague in the Czech Republic, where she teaches
creative writing. Her latest collection can be bought via the IS&T chapbook shop.
This pulls at me–I keep coming back to read it over and over.
Dear Becca,
I wanted to thank you for responding so warmly to this poem…which has particularly deep significance for me…and to let you know that i shall be including it in my next collection…which i am hoping will be published some time later on this year…best wishes, Helen