Three poems from Abigail-Tydale Bassey | Poetry | PAROUSIA Magazine

I ESTHER walked into the king’s lairwith little hope whatsoever her first attempt was at dinner her shaking voice asked forpityjusticeandrevengepray about the plot of peoplelike Hamaneating with youand beating bones into your throat:an enemy. II LISTEN TO GOD What’d you make of so raging thoughtsgathered beneath your eyes?See, they sag_with very pale glow;voice locked…