“Short cuts make long delays.”
from The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien
When the resurrection spell fell short
and you rose demonic, flashing nails and teeth, cuts
to my flesh matter not, but the wounds you inflict on others make
me desperate to stop us both. How I long
to be mortal, suffering no more of death’s delays.
This poem first appeared in Star*Line 42.2, 2019.
Lauren McBride finds inspiration in faith, family, nature, science, and membership in the SFPA. Nominated for the Best of the Net, Rhysling and Dwarf Stars Awards, her poetry has appeared in dozens of publications including Asimov’s, Silver Blade, and Fantasy & Science Fiction. She enjoys swimming, gardening, baking, reading, writing, and knitting scarves for troops.