Rhiannon Thorne

April in Madrid
 

I woke this morning to summer raging,
laughing at my spring attire;
I was burnt out and wilting.

Madrid, my cruel liaison, is flooding herself in heat.
Her buildings stifle the wind.
Her new garb: inferno.

She has forgotten her cold winter
and her lovers' long coats over the evening,
dismissing spring completely from her streets.

I shed my clothes and huddle over my water,
for who am I to complain?
I, too, have passed on parts of myself

to be with her.

 



Rhiannon Thorne graduated from Sonoma State Universitywith an English BA and a Spanish BA that snuck its way in there. Her work has appeared most recently/is forthcoming in Vox Poetica, Your Daily Poem, and Third Wednesday. She also co-edits the online publication cahoodaloodaling.
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