Sorrow, by Gregory E. Lucas

Sorrow, by Vincent Van Gogh (Netherlands). 1882.

Sorrow

How wise are they who say This too shall pass?
Look at the lost wanderer:  her naked, hunched,
and pregnant body on a cold tree stump
reveals sorrow can shatter life like glass.
It’s spring, yet winter lingers.  The trees still barren,
the fields still covered with frost from long
gray months and still cheerless with no bird’s song
surround her.  Shaken, consumed by passion,
her scraggly hair traces her gaunt back’s curve.
Her dangling breasts quiver, and while she weeps
she holds her knees. With her frail arm she keeps
her face hidden from us, but we observe
the tears dripping into weeds and grass,
soon must foresee ... her imminent collapse.

Gregory E. Lucas

Gregory E. Lucas writes fiction and poetry.  Some of his poems have appeared in The Ekphrastic Review and in magazines such as The Lyric, Ekphrasis, Blueline, Peeking Cat, and Sincerely.  Some of his short stories have appeared in The Horror Zine, Bewildering Stories, Yellow Mama, and Dark Dossier.