Temple – Poem by Katy Santiff

The Lady in Milton’s Cosmus – Joseph Wright

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.

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11 thoughts

  1. Katy, this is beautiful. I love the fullness of your words and lines. You have such a gift. I am your biggest fan.

  2. The sound sweetly and sensibly marries the words, just as, I’m sure, you intend. Congratulations on a well-written piece! Nota Bene: I was born in Greenbelt; always thought Edgewater a much prettier place.

    1. Greenbelt! It’s grown rapidly–there are still some wild places in Edgewater, and that’s why I like it. Thank you for your thoughtful comments

  3. Also: Good work on the part of the editor: THE LADY IN MILTON’S COMUS makes for an excellent companion to this poem. I’ve always enjoyed COMUS; it’s one of Milton’s more accessible achievements; so this painting, for me, works on all levels.

    1. I adore yours’ too Walt. So glad to see you back, my friend–hope you’re feeling better

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