She has taken to keeping the pigeons,
imagines, at least, they are doves,
almost remembers the color of his eyes.
Why must there always be a sacrifice?
Before he was toppled
their summer nights together, always warm
under the hawthorn beside the chapel
possessed a hint of harmony:
whatever their desires,
the elements or mischance
must end them.
Karen Head is the author of Sassing (WordTech Press, 2009), My Paris Year (All Nations Press, 2008), and Shadow Boxes (All Nations Press, 2003). Along with three colleagues, she recently published an anthology of occasional verse, On Occasion: Four Poets, One Year (Poetry Atlanta Press, 2014). Her poetry appears in a number of national and international journals and anthologies. Her first digital poetry project, “Poetic Rub,” was featured at the E-Poetry 2007 festival in Paris. Another digital project was a collaborative exquisite corpse poem created via Twitter while she stood atop the Fourth Plinth in Trafalgar Square as part of Antony Gormley’s “One & Other Project.” She was the winner of the 2011 Oxford International Women's Festival Poetry Prize. She teaches at Georgia Tech, serves on the Poetry Atlanta Board, and is Editor of the Atlanta Review.