By Beth Burnett
The Queen’s Guard glares at me again
As I cross the street in front of him.
Back and forth
My hands clasped against my rib cage
I’m well aware that I look a fool
In my house dress
And Doc Martin boots.
A fat, flowered widow who can’t let go.
Every chime from Big Ben seems to ring in my throat
around the lump I can’t quite swallow.
I went to Stonehenge last week,
perhaps I thought I’d sense something there –
A spirit, a guide, energy.
Instead, I saw a lot of tourists and
a man in purple robes
who held out his hand to me and implored me
to take this crystal
for the one I seek.
Remembering, I stare into the guard’s face
and imagine asking him to hold me.
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Beth Burnett may not like to wear pants, but she wears an awful lot of hats. The Director of Education for GCLS, Beth also teaches for the writing academy, gives women’s empowerment workshops, runs a Lansing women’s networking group, teaches as an adjunct professor for Southern New Hampshire University, and works for the state library of Michigan. Because she enjoys torture, Beth just returned to grad school for her second Masters, this time in Marketing and New Media. In addition to her penchant for education, both as a teacher and a student, Beth is a writer with four published books and stories in several recent anthologies. She has won two Rainbow Awards, but her claim to fame is writing all her books with a twenty-pound cat on her forearms. In her spare time, Beth sleeps in thirteen-minute increments, walks her geriatric dog, and has video cooking dates with her long-distance partner. Her fifth book, Coming Around Again, is set for release in fall of 2018.
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