The Sisters

               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’

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