Praise
By Eve Chancellor
He fell in
love, the way Tennyson
said he would. Slowly,
at first. Then all
at once. Even though
the other boy
did not love him
back, he still repeated
it to himself
every morning,
in front of the bathroom mirror:
I love, I love, I love.
It was like a prayer.
He did this
every morning, hoping
that his love
would go away.
But, at the same time
that everything –
everything perfect
and beautiful –
would stay this good
forever.
Eve Chancellor
Eve Chancellor is a Forward Prize nominated poet and English Teacher based in Manchester. Her poetry is published online and in multiple literary magazines, including: Atrium, Acropolis Journal, Ink, Sweat and Tears and Seaside Gothic. Her short stories are featured on East of the Web.
Twitter: @eve_madelaine
Photo credit: Abhijith P
Apricot Press 