I want to say Something but shame Prevents me.
Yes you a child once Come Sing these things Talk to us, give us your Grace.
Girls All night long Might sing of the love Between you and the bride With violets in her lap.
Blossom, desire, took delight.
But me you have Forgotten.
Shame would not hold Down your eyes But rather you would Speak about what is Just.
Photography: Claudia Woods Poetry: Sappho