The Wind Cries Mary

Jimi’s grand apology

hidden in the words

In lyrics of his soul’s lament

Mary’s name is heard


The Jacks are in their boxes

as midnight plays its chord

Music sighing whispers red

—  Queen still untoward


(The New Room: April, 2024) 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741