Nymph

If my world is shadow

She is soft morning light

If my world is blue

She is auburn and bronze and gold

If my world is winter

She is spring, beautiful and pure

She is birdsong

She is sunlight

She is cricket music and summer air

She is the daughter

come to beg for the life of her brother

to save the infant

and to spare her own flesh

For the marks on her body are red  

Some old

Some fresh as the sunrise

As broken as her mother

And the murder I am planning

Will tear her skin again