Friday, October 22, 2021

Siren Song by Kendra Whitfield

Whiskey and fire force memory’s shadow
Far from the threshold of my
Mind.

Amber promise soothes from the inside out;
I feel the burn but not the
Pain.

Flickering flashes beckon me to frenzy
With crooked fingers of
Flame

Until all that is left of Light Is a white-hot,
Blood-hearted ember on which to roast my
Shame.





Kendra Whitfield lives and writes on the southern edge of the Northern Boreal Forest.  When not writing, she can be found basking in sunbeams on the deck, or swimming laps at the local pool.  Her work appears in the forthcoming anthology, We Were Not Alone (Community Building Art Works, November 2021).

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