too far out

holding fire,
but taking aim –

putting
Back
the hands of time –

hidden in my breast
shattered fragments
of bombs and rockets –

making my way
through unknown waters

a shadow
passes over me

a falcon –
lost at sea

ghostly angel
rising

like smoke
in the middle of nowhere –

a message
from sacred ground

Darkness gathers
Artillery
at water’s edge –

Oxford

waiting to be Found

Looking

old chimney walls
coal Streaked –

black Tears,
Stain
tan canvases –

the Beacon
adorns my Matched clothing

Warns

possible onlookers –
Indifferent interaction

Whispering –

those painful wisps
of Smoke
rising

Virginia Elizabeth Samuel writes poetry as a complement to her work as a professional violist and classical composer. She has been published in the Harvard publications, ‘The Advocate’ and ‘Padan Aram’, in the British publication, ‘Tears in the Fence’ and is due to be published in Denver Quarterly. She is a native of Portland, Oregon, but has resided in Britain for many years.

Image © Frank Schulenburg