Travelers Welcome

Travelers Welcome

Thursday, March 8, 2012


by Linda M. Crate

you caught me in the teeth of
the stars, my hand singed
past punishment of those caught in
cookie jars; you stole the sun
star from my eyes and banished me
from your sight, I never enjoyed
the taste of star fruit flecking
against my tongue; anguish
washed over me in the dulcet hymns
of life that blinded me in their
brilliance — you destroyed our relationship
which was perfect simply for the
certainty that I’d never be immortal
like you were, like you are.


  1. "...the teeth of
    the stars..." There's a metaphor I wish I had written. Well done.

  2. Thank you, Katherine! I appreciate the support.