The Others Stood Sated and haunched half in foliate shadow, the waterman mooned the minutes away at play with his essence in the mild May sun. He thought back, to the lime tree, the maidens' dance. The chance he took in taking one, with only a pretty wreath and feral truth as bait, as she threw feeble loops about mothers and fear and the others stood in laurel-like paralysis. He smiled when he remembered this. The light kissed the surface of his crystal hall. He did not hear their approach. Through the dark growth, anger honed to machete edge, her sisters came to avenge her, to bloody her riverine grave red as tea, and collect their morning gifts. Brian A. Salmons Brian A. Salmons is a poet and translator from Orlando, Florida. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Eyedrum Periodically, NonBinary Review, Poets Reading the News, The Light Ekphrastic, Eratio, and others, including anthologies from YellowJacket Press and TL;DR Press.
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