Poems

Two People At Night

The prophecy that we would starve to death
Was spelt out by the night's sleet-filled rain as it fell softly onto snow.

Chieko is a woman more resigned to death than anyone,
But she'd prefer to be burnt at the stake than to die by starvation.

Without saying a word to each other, we strain our ears to the rain.
There's a slight breeze now, a rose branch taps its claws on the window glass.