Pris Campbell
Dreamer
Broken diamonds fill the sky. Wild horses thunder past on the beach. Surf drenches my calves. I want him back but the gulls cry no no as they flap across the fading horizon. His loss washes over me until I want to give up, be carried helplessly out to sea with the mermaids. I collapse into the tidal pools until the sky turns pink again. Dying starfish wash up to shore. His ash settles over me, warming me.
autumn winds
the empty nest
blows away
About the Author
Pris Campbell’s work has appeared in numerous print and online journals. She’s placed or had an honorable mention in several competitions, including first place in the Marlene Mountain and the Sanford Goldstein 2021 contests, and published nine books/chapbooks. A former clinical psychologist until sidelined by ME/CFS in 1990, she makes her home with her husband in Southeast Florida.