dark transpires descends along a long / long wall of blue / the light is bluing in its cup of glass / there is less / and less / and now: a footstep / an echo / puncturing the ceiling / a tap / a tap tap tap / what good are peaches / a pretty dress / to bluebeard's wife?
Lorelei Bacht has failed to learn the Celtic language of her ancestor and decided instead to devote herself to the writing of minor poetry in English. Her limited scissors skills have led her away from visual poetry. She can, however, twist a sentence around. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Abridged Magazine, Odd Magazine, PROEM, SWWIM, Strukturriss, The Inflectionist Review, and others. She is on Instagram: @lorelei.bacht.writer and on Twitter: @bachtlorelei