Lionshead - Jayme Carlson
poetry ☆
poetry ☆
fell the same year we left
crumbled face slid from heaven
crashed into the sleepy town below
ancient limestone warned me
don’t go
i dug my nails
in towering gashed rock
it’s time for something new
the ocean lured
us pulled us down past split
eye slashed cheek
let it go
seaweed tangled
screaming no choice
but drown
no more majestic gaze
no landmark in the pines
but the mountain still roars
dry me off take me home
steal back the stone
heart i left on the train tracks
Jayme Carlson is a writer, originally from Colorado, now living in South Carolina. She is currently working toward her MA in Writing at Coastal Carolina University. She has a BA in Art History, and has experience in art education and museum work. She adores anything fantasy: books, video games (especially Zelda), films (especially Lord of the Rings), and is working toward publishing her own fantasy novels, with a dash of poetry. Find her on Instagram @jayme.carlson
