The Sisters
She sags a hammock
slung between the two of you
bears in every sinewy twist of sisal
the gist of fractured experience
the scent of reprisals
You haul her up between you
mainstays at the height of each storm
feel her yearn and hear her sing
a wild song into the chill wind
shudder at fears
that almost caught you too my dears
but have broken the back
of your sister
© Genista Lewes from ‘Cat’s Cradle’