Christina A. Sharik


Meet me quickly, darling, dear
for I have words you need to hear
Do not let the others see
you hurry so to meet with me…

Draw your cloak close to your heart
for it is chill outdoors
and I would simply speak to you
I am leaving for the wars…

Soon I will ask him for your hand
and we will then be wed
but until then my darling, dear,
It’s the turret stairs, instead.

Christina A. Sharik: On the Stairs