Helsingør Ferry by John Greiner

I loved her when her blood ran cold,
for she reminded me of the Baltic Sea.
We met on the ferry to Elsinore
with a bunch of waiting to be drunk Swedes.
There were no Hamlets amongst the Danes
just curt shopkeepers without soliloquies.
I adored the ice that stilled her eyes
as she stared off when I took leave.

John Greiner is a Pushcart Prize nominated writer living in Queens, NY. He was educated at the New School for Social Research.  Greiner's work has appeared in Sand, Empty Mirror, Sensitive Skin, Unarmed, Street Valueand numerous other magazines. His chapbooks, broadsides and collections of poetry and short stories include  Turnstile Burlesque (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2017), The Laundrymen (Wandering Head Press, 2016), Bodega Roses (Good Cop/Bad Cop Press, 2014),Modulation Age (Wandering Head Press, 2012), Shooting Side Glances(ISMs Press, 2011) and Relics From a Hell’s Kitchen Pawn Shop (Ronin Press, 2010).