Dose by Dose No longer the coquette she was, she sits beside a shaggy-headed man and stares above the glass of absinthe which impairs her health and happiness. Sometimes she quits the stuff, but doing so gives rise to fits of longing, then surrender. No one cares enough to help her sort out her affairs, or so she claims when any chance permits. But mostly she is silent while she drinks herself oblivious in the same café of shadows every disappointing day. She slumps—arms limp, legs crossed—and barely blinks as though a measured potion might assuage her sorrows either on or off the stage. Jane Blanchard This sonnet by Jane Blanchard of Augusta, Georgia, was first published in The French Literary Review. Jane’s new collection of poetry is Sooner or Later (Kelsay Books, 2022).
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Jeremiah Johnson
2/7/2023 09:28:00 am
Jane, You might submit this one to The Society of Classical Poets website also. They'd love this!
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