THE THIEF OF HEARTS

Written by: Victoria Anderson-Throop

  THE THIEF OF HEARTS

I am she who gathers the wind
‘And hunts the hare with the fox
And swims against the incoming tide’*--
Who are you with your jagged sword
        To step into my reckless shadow?
Who are you to put your rough palms
        Against the plans of my yearning heart?

Shattered behind you are the discarded souls
      Of ten thousand tears—

Mine will not join theirs


 Victoria Anderson-Throop ©

*2  lines quoted from remembered poem, French or Italian, possibly Petrarch(?)