Ancient History

Poetry / Madeleine Christie

the night stumbled through me to find
you on some arctic plain you once
called love.

an apt name for it, but not one i
could pronounce, too feral to be still.

i tried, in my own animal way,
wanted to show you how to become something
godless, but it didn’t quite sit right
with your careless hands, better
suited for god himself.

the day broke hard, truth-salt
amalgam stuck to your tongue

and in the light, you
told me i was nothing more
than a girl who didn’t fit her own skin,
let alone yours.

Madeleine Christie is 19 & lives in New Zealand, but has a yearning to see the bottom of the ocean. Currently studying Classics & English, she excels in loving other people's words & is trying to do the same with her own. Her poems have previously appeared in Germ Magazine & The Rising Phoenix Review.