Promises of Tender Fire
by Nancy Byrne Iannucci
It’s the season of sleep
of deep unconscious death.
She rose to outstretched trees,
trembling in leafless agony.
She asked, “What is out here for me?”
Holding their crystals in her hand.
Gentle voices responded
with promises of tender fire.
Linger just a little longer.
You’ll see him soon enough.
of deep unconscious death.
She rose to outstretched trees,
trembling in leafless agony.
She asked, “What is out here for me?”
Holding their crystals in her hand.
Gentle voices responded
with promises of tender fire.
Linger just a little longer.
You’ll see him soon enough.
Photography by Emma Byrne Hickman
About the author
Nancy Byrne Iannucci is a writer from New York—Thrush Poetry Journal, Allegro Poetry Magazine, Eunoia, Maudlin House, and San Pedro River Review are some places you will find her. She is the author of four chapbooks and is a two-time Best of the Net nominee. She can be found at www.nancybyrneiannucci.com and on Instagram: @nancybyrneiannucci
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About the photographer
Emma Byrne Hickman is a nature photographer who resides in the countryside of England. Her photographs aim to capture moments of wonder and awe found in the natural world.