Amanda Ball


A sarcophagus in the dark of rock
Walls carved with prayers and runes
Whispering glyphs to gods and ghosts
Rising with the incense smoke

I rest, exhale
Dissolve to earth and air
Evaporate like spirit
Awaken the sleeping fire

I feel the slow of earth turn
The stars rise and set
And all this shifting history
Now is shed and left

So take all my memories
The quiet dark between trees
Put on the golden reindeer headdress
Hear the unvoiced messages

And let us dance


This is me. Three years ago I caught long covid, lost my job and remembered I am a poet. I am now almost recovered but not yet back out in the world. I have also had poems accepted in the Spring 2023 anthology of the Sunday Mornings at the River indie poetry press