Crusade - Pembroke King

poetry ☆

poetry ☆

And though I offer you this holy marrow,

a glass of milk to wet your eager palette

tomorrow, tomorrow

We’ll let the same hunger grow and consume

this tomb, this tomb

Where we lie and trade threads of cream

this seam, this seam

Stripping back our chainmail chests,

two white knights locked within

a dream, a dream

When we wake we embrace

and tremble at the chivalrous exchange

of flame for flame

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Pembroke King (she/her) is a poet and writer from New England, now based in Amsterdam. Focused on the surreal and the nostalgic, her work has been featured in various digital publications, zines, and poetry compilations. King’s creative practice involves a playful deconstruction of conventional linguistic structures, challenging and redefining the boundaries of textual form. She finds herself most at home in thresholds and underworlds. You can keep up with her work on Instagram @pembroke.king, and Substack @pembroke