Robert Boucheron is an architect in Charlottesville, Virginia. His academic degrees are B. A. 1974, Harvard University, and M. Arch. 1978, Yale University. His writing appears in Aldus Journal of Translation, Bangalore Review, Cerise Press, Cossack, Conclave, Construction, Digital Americana, Gravel, Grey Sparrow Journal, IthacaLit, JMWW, Lowestoft Chronicle, Milo Review, Montreal Review, New Orleans Review, North Dakota Quarterly, Origami Journal, Poydras Review, The Rusty Nail, Short Fiction, Slippage, and Virginia Business.
Lullaby Evening is falling, is falling, my dear. Shadows assemble, and slumber draws near. The horse in its stable, the dove in its nest, The child in its cradle anticipate rest. Embers are glowing and ashes are warm, Baby is drowsy, protected from harm. The wolf in the forest, the thorn on the rose Can never endanger my darling’s repose. Long is the winter, and long is the night, Long will I watch you and swaddle you tight. The mountain is high and the ocean is deep, My lullaby’s over, my love is asleep.
BALLOONS Lit. Journal ● Issue 2 ● Aug 2015