Susan Spear – String Poet

Like the Wedding Supper of the Lamb

The day the enemy eclipsed the sun,
we stumbled on the highway’s gravel shoulder,
tongue-tied, numb, cold, growing colder.
The adversary seemingly had won.
Tall grass bowed down. Deep called out to deep,
and miles away, you heard our nascent cry,
lighting candles to remand the sunless sky.
In death’s presence, you prepared a feast.
The city’s air slipped through the open window,
Orange flames grew tall, you poured more wine,
A hint of chopped mint calmed us as we dined.
Below us, the East River steadied its flow.
You gave us one warm evening of relief,
as we wander through this glacial grief.

Susan Spear holds an MFA in poetry with an emphasis in verse craft from Western State Colorado University. She teaches poetry and creative writing at Colorado Christian University in Lakewood, CO. Her poems have appeared in Academic Questions, The Lyric, Mezzo Cammin, Relief, Angle, The Rotary Dial and other journals, both print and on-line. She serves as the Managing Editor of Think, a journal of poetry, reviews, and criticism, housed at Western State.