Lover’s Meadow
Brielle Amick
The lovers
lay in the meadow all
day
Skin turning
shallow and gray
Their fingers
interlocking, turn
from skin to bone
Their names
and lives unknown
Where has their
flesh gone?
Ask the foxes
drinking from the
pond.
Or the insects
that come along.
Perhaps the
lovers wished to be
alone
But again,
it is unknown
For eternity
this shall be their
resting place
May the meadow
keep their souls
safe
Brielle Amick
is a junior at Lindenwood University, majoring in
creative writing. She is just beginning her career in writing and has so far
only finished works of poetry. Her aspirations are to work in publishing,
helping authors get their pieces out into the world. She is pushing herself to
go outside of her comfort zone and submit work to publications to get a better
understanding of the process from an author’s point of view.
