3 Poems by Sadie Love

The Dark Man Visits Me

We open in grandmother's bedroom—
a man I do not know or recognize.

We face the mirror.
He tilts my head back, then forward,
fitting me for contacts.

"Someone is pointing at you," he says.
I am confused.
Then I see it—
a mark on my face.

We duck down.

The Dark Man appears
outside my grandmother's window.
He can see me.
I feel the flames of fear
burn my insides.

A scene change.

Now, more vulnerable,
I am back in my bed,
but not awake.

This is my dream bed,
encased in the dark,
with faint light
from outside the window.

The Dark Man has returned.
I watch him.
He does not see me,
but he has come for me.

He stealthily slinks to my back door,
in all black,
cradling an assault weapon.

I feel his destruction.
He wants to annihilate me.

I lay in bed.
I am trapped.
But I will not surrender
to his attack.

With a divine fierceness in me,
I demand her to wake.

I violently thrash her body.
I kick her legs in the air—
they rise with violence
and land.

We are awake.
We are free.
We are safe.

I Wonder If My Grandmother Was a Lesbian?

I wonder if my grandmother was a lesbian.

Yes, she did marry—multiple times—
Five husbands, six marriages.
She just had to marry one twice.

Yes, she had a child,
A daughter, my mother.

I wonder if my grandmother was a lesbian.

After she died,
I found this paperback book—
The little cheap ones they sell in the drugstore.
It was about a white woman in a forbidden romance—
A lesbian romance.

When I found that book,
I drummed up all kinds of meditations on my grandmother.
They may be true or not,
But still, I wonder.

The Sacred She

The true me, the real me, lives below,
Deep within the depths of my being,
Tucked away in a quiet place.
She is unbothered; she has no worries
And no fears; she is reposed.
She waits for me to come to visit her,
To sit awhile and relax.
You can find her in places like the magical library.
She lets people see what she wants them to see.
She will not reveal all of herself.
She belongs to the depths—the hidden world,
The sacred place.
I love her.

Sadie Love is a poet, writer, and multidisciplinary artist who discovered her poetic voice at 37. Inspired by raw emotion, vivid dreams, and the complexities of human experience, she weaves words into immersive and evocative narratives. With a background in various artistic mediums, Sadie brings a unique perspective to her poetry, blending stream-of-consciousness storytelling with striking imagery. As she continues to explore the depths of her craft, she hopes to create work that resonates, challenges, and inspires.

Artwork by Ann Knickerbocker