The Sisters

               The Sisters

 

 

She sags    a hammock

slung between the two of you

bears in every sinewy twist of sisal

the gist of fractured experience

the scent of reprisals

 

You haul her up between you

mainstays at the height of each storm

feel her yearn and hear her sing

a wild song into the chill wind

shudder at fears

 

that almost caught you too my dears

but have broken the back

of your sister

 

 

© Genista Lewes     from ‘Cat’s Cradle’