By Talitha Mayisha
Photography by Jon Tyson, via Unsplash
I’m standing in a dome
Of ruby red stained glass
My naked feet are cold
Caressed by the grass
Black water is flowing
Oh so gently into the night
Its current evaporates
The last flickering of the light
In the sky above me, I see
A red-glazed crescent moon
I weep with tearless cries
Over the pending of my doom
A desolate wind is gracefully
Tracing freckles on my skin
It is the image of my own heart
This lifeless dome I’m standing in
Talitha Mayisha
Talitha Mayisha is a 28-year-old emerging poet from the Netherlands. She started writing poetry when her health began to improve again after years of being bedridden in a pitch-dark room because of her illness. Most of her work is based on her own experiences of (mental) health, growing up in a dysfunctional family and the deconstruction of her faith. She is passionate about books, mythology, intersectional feminism and animals.
