issue 4
october 2016
The Morning You Left - Renée Boyer
the sky is a hallmark card
on acid.
blue (like my niece’s eyes) with
slashes of
chemical peach
it smothers the horizon
a volcano in slow motion
spewing light
over shadowed ground.
clouds scud across the surface, spelling out a
morse code message.
things always sound more
beautiful
in a language you don’t
understand.
Contributor's Note
Renée is a manager by day and a writer by night, and occasionally at lunchtime. She lives in beautiful Raglan, is studying part-time towards an MA in English, and while she enjoys most types of writing she has thus far had most success as a playwright.