Scharmel Iris

Poems (4)

• After the Martyrdom

  They threw a stone, you threw a stone, / I threw a stone that day. …

• Early Nightfall

  The pale day drowses on the western steep; / The toiler faints along the marge of sleep …

• Iteration

  My son is dead and I am going blind, / And in the Ishmael-wind of grief …

• Lament

  Lady, your heart has turned to dust, / Your wail is taken by the sea. …