Holy sights by Ilona Lowe

In the sun’s shine and birdsong I grow sadder-

Burgeoning of life, and an ache for warmth remind me of you,

The magpies shining gold, the loss of feathers in their dance

The freedom of flight and the needlessness of words make my heart swell with envy.

If only, if only, if only-

I’ve bored myself to death with the yearn,

Yet my longing only grows stronger with the promise of beauty.

By association the only image in my mind paints you-

Us on a terrace and holy sights,

Sins in our palms and an ache, for the moment shall slip past us.

Ilona Lowe is an author and visual artist. She is a 23 year old immigrant living in the UK. Her work has been featured in Letters From Milena Magazine, and Dirty Dykes Magazine. She has been shortlisted for the ‘Then and Now’ TogetherInTheUk poetry prize.