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Sisters in Time
What a place to be
a young woman
at a juncture:
one outsider unearthing
another,
bone by bone,
rib by rib,
disc by
spinal disc,
thinking about eternity
and the tea break they call elevenses, while the pop tune you danced to last night
in the arms of the velvet-voiced townie throbs through your mind.
Brushing soil off the skull
with tenderness akin to reverence
you wonder
what melody, whose voice
sounded in this lass's head?
In whose embrace
did this sister in time
thrill to linger
before death crisscrossed her,
laid her down to be found
at this crossroads
sixteen centuries later
by a woman of her age,
if not of her era?
© Rosemary Herbert, 2026
Sisters in Time
Available from Finishing Line Press.