The Book of Ash
Near the end of my searching
I came to a door.
Entering, I found the story
of her life, laid out like a cake
on an ebony table, as if waiting there
for the lost bride—pages flat
and placid, blank as a lake
asleep in winter. Hoping
for answers, some knowledge of her,
perhaps—I’m not sure what—
I placed my palm upon the surface.
It sank through and disappeared
beneath a cloud of snowy powder.
Copyright Credit: Mari L’Esperance, "The Book of Ash" from The Darkened Temple. Copyright © 2008 by the Board of Regents of the University of Nebraska. Reprinted by permission of University of Nebraska Press.
Source: The Darkened Temple (University of Nebraska Press, 2008)