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After the fire plays,

after he’s gone

she leaves her heart

in ashes

nestled on the bed

and slips outside

to bury time

in earth

where it belongs.


And sometimes

there’s a spark

when her trowel

hits a rock

and she smiles

at the thought

of that blazing

stand of man

and how she became

a goddess

when he touched her

with his flame.



(c) 1996, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright


(re-post from 2012, revised)


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A simple thing

to scatter his ashes

one would think

but Mt. Rainier

will never be

the same.


©  2017  Betty Hayes Albright


Image of Mt. Rainier from Wikipedia Commons


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(written in 1964 – age 17.)


(c) B. Albright 1965, 2014

I finished it off last night, my love

with the embers I had kept

when you blew out your half of our love,

I finished it off and I wept.


With ashes you had left behind

I fanned a spark that remained

and when it was lit, burnt my half of our love

then watched it like someone deranged.


I watched the thick smoke disappear

and knew I could never pretend

that our ashes could ever be otherwise –

then I scattered them into the wind.


(c) 1964, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright

Pencil drawing – (c) 1965, 2014

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Where’s your dance, old tree?

The music blows,

let’s see you sway,

I long to hear

your rustling green.

Did winter tighten up your knots

and sap your limbs so soon?

What’s this?

It seems Pan left you

tail tucked between his legs

when he saw the horizon

turning black

instead of blue.

And now I too

must hurry off

to find my cave and pray

that the dawn

will turn our mourning

into day.


(c) 1980, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright

.Written in March, 1980 – two months before Mt. St. Helens erupted, on May 18th. A premonition, perhaps….

57 people were killed, including my close friend Barbara Pierce Seibold.

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