Poetry by Katy Santiff
On the day you died, I prayed before round
golden gods, made their bronze bell giant ring
and when the log-like mallet struck its home,
I felt the way old metals sing–that tone
reached through my flesh and wrapped around my bones.
That sound’s a phantom press when I’m alone.
About the Poet
Katy Santiff has written poetry in various forms all her life. A fan of meter and rhyme, she loves lines that hypnotize the reader with their sound. She believes in densely packed poems, preferring them to be mouthful when read aloud. A lifelong Marylander, she loves waterside living. She currently resides in Edgewater, Maryland. Her works have been published in Vita Brevis, Spillwords Press, and (now) Uppagus Magazine.
For the first time in nearly five years, Vita Brevis is closed for submission. Read the full story here.