Muscadine Lines: A Southern Journal


Christian Ward


You caught a wild salmon
and watched its blackened
carcass drip over the coals

The stars watched you eat
away the last of your innocence

But you never noticed


You once caught lightning
and stored it in a bell jar.

You stood mesmerized
as it danced and slowly died
in the vacuum

But still you stood there,


Snow brushed its hand
against your green shroud
as you were carried out.

The night uttered a silent
eulogy as your ashes were

but no-one could hear you
still weeping.


Christian Ward is currently studying the second year of a degree in English & Creative Writing at Chichester University, England. His interests include writing poetry and prose, films, and reading.

© Christian Ward

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