Solstice by Bayveen O’Connell

In the Hospice
there’s a small red suitcase
beside the bed
that will go home
without him
before the autumn wakes

It’s a dark thought
for a cloudless afternoon
on the day that clings
to light

beyond all others

Bayveen O’Connell is a Dublin-based writer who loves travel, myth and folklore.

She has had poems, CNF and flash published in Molotov Cocktail, The Cabinet of Heed, Former Cactus, Boyne Berries, Selene Quarterly, Underground Writers and others.