In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

  • Barefoot Abandon
  • Mona T. Lydon-Rochelle (bio)

To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.

federico garcía lorca

Last night we were free     the moon     you     me.Our lips of spiced cinnabar burned through the darkand in barefoot abandon we dove into the sea.

You     an azurite combustion     me     the Rose of Tralee.We swam clear coastal waters with a great white shark.Last night we were free     the moon     you     me.

An offshore breeze seduced us so innocently.We shed shift and shirt and ran to the seamarkin barefoot abandon we dove into the sea

and rose so breathless I would not foreseeso fickle a kiss. Why leave me in the dark?Last night we were free     the moon     you     me

for my heart and love were eternal you see.You singed my lips     burned your watermarkwhen in barefoot abandon we dove into the sea.

You haunt my dreams with wild anxietyI yearn for the years I lost you     my Irish anarch.Last night we were free     the moon     you     me.Barefoot     abandoned     I dove into the sea. [End Page 521]

Mona T. Lydon-Rochelle

mona t. lydon-rochelle is the author of the poetry chapbook Mourning Dove. Her poems have appeared in Spiritus, Journal of Medical Humanities, and JAMA. She volunteers for Médecins Sans Frontières and was a professor at the University of Washington and University College Cork, Ireland.



Additional Information

Print ISSN
p. 521
Launched on MUSE
Open Access
Back To Top

This website uses cookies to ensure you get the best experience on our website. Without cookies your experience may not be seamless.