Content Warning: dark themes, death
Lisa Mary Armstrong - Stone Heart
The serpent recoils
Arranging her lithe form into
A treble clef
Quaking in her sheafed skin
She blows a silent O
Cupid’s bow at the ready
He knows where to aim his deadly arrow
She knows his fickle love won’t last
And so, she turns him to stone
So that her heart can keep on beating
An eternal revolution
Lisa Mary Armstrong lives in Scotland with her children. She tutors law and criminology and researches women's experiences of the criminal justice system. In her spare time she enjoys reading and writing poetry and fiction, travelling, all things Greek and Mythological and playing the piano.
Photograph: Supplication by KC Bailey
KC Bailey dreams of living in a cabin in the woods, near a serene lake, with space for her giant rescue dog to roam & rest. Poems in The Hellebore, Black Bough, The Tide Rises, The Failure Baler, Fevers of the Mind, TunaFish Journal, Crow & Cross Keys, Amethyst Review, Neologism Poetry Journal, Odd Magazine, Feline Utopia Anthology, Marias at Sampaguitas, Dreich, and elsewhere (Twitter: @KCBailey_Writer. Website: https://kcbaileywriter.wordpress.com).