The Crown

As though dying
a dozen deaths
from backstabbing knives
reaching the tenderness
of my heart, as we sit,
helpless bystanders
to the cold
Game of Thrones
while my soul blackens
and crumbles
with longing
for vengeance
I wipe my tears and prepare
for another war
to be lost,
another wolf
to die,
another House
to fall
with the constant
wondering
Who will wear the crown? Who will
have it all?
As though seeing
inside my wounded mind, feeling
my need
you
tilt my head your way,
pledging your love, your life,
anointing me Princess
with the power
vested in your lips
you restore the wholeness of
my soul
with yours.

The Boy and His Gem

I once had a dream that I was a ghost trapped in your mirror. My ethereal fingers would trace my glass prism edges…trying to find a way to the other side. Your guitar’s melodies would drift around the mirror like incense smoke then fade aromatically into the room around me. I’d be transported to our summers, where I was free to touch you. When I was of solid form and youth…the taste of mint on my tongue as we kissed…I could almost smell the coconut oil on your skin through the glass….


Years lapsed by with seamless perfection. A gentle blur of new lovers came and went. Time passed by like shadows across my reflective surface. I watched you grow older, like mother to a child…full of wonder and amazement at the man you had become…and I waited silently in the mirror for that day when your body would fade and your ghost would present itself to me…and for one beautiful moment we could be one. Perhaps we’d exist in a single, naked picture. Old and tattered from the years…but we’d be smiling a fine smile that only you and I could share.

A Note from Jen

Dear Friends,

Scattered Love Letters has been voicing true love for eight months now. It’s time to give thanks. Readers and followers, thank you for taking this journey with us. Isn’t it wonderful to wake up to a love letter in your inbox? One beautiful letter after the next has been submitted. Writers, we couldn’t pull this off without you. You’ve shared traditional love letters from spouses and lovers, fresh poetry, altruistic notes between mothers and daughters, eulogies for a father gone too soon, a special boss, and another for a beloved cat. You’ve celebrated milestone wedding anniversaries and new love with us. Talented authors have written and submitted love letters on behalf of their favorite characters. We love the way you love, the way you write, and your willingness to help us scatter love across space and time.

Cliff, a heartfelt thank you for letting me take part in Scattered Love Letters. You’re not only a visionary, you’re the greatest thing since, well, love!

A special woman reached out to me recently. We’d been friends once upon a time, nearly sisters. Grief and loss brought us together in unimaginable ways years ago, and I was saddened to hear she’s suffered yet another loss. The first loss came with the death of her true love. Not all love is meant to last, but this second loss was sinister and cruel. Sometimes love isn’t what we think it is. Sometimes people are not who they pretend to be. In this modern age of online relationships, we need to be extra careful. T, I’m here for you. We all are.

In the words of Ella Wheeler Wilcox:

So after Love has led us, till he tires
Of his own throes, and torments, and desires,
Comes large-eyed friendship: with a restful gaze,
He beckons us to follow, and across
Cool verdant vales we wander free from care.

Thank you again, dear friends. Please continue to share your love! Send your love letters to jenandcliff@scatteredloveletters.com for publication on scatteredloveletters.com.

Fondly,
Jen

Lovesick

Fated to shadows
like ghosts in the night
longing for bodies
glimpsing at life
lost in oddity
dreaming of place

Defined by
screens
in our scrolling hands
rings
on our swollen fingers

Bound by
fragments of sentiments
blue light, white noise,
moonlit promises

Reflections of
lovesickness
love
sickness

Our fairy tale
turned Grimm
and died with Halloween

My bones look good
against yours