Ephemeral; 
Sheets over the windows...
Ephemeral; 
Murmurs when the wind blows...
Ephemeral; 
Whimpering and she blows...
Until the sheets all fall off the windows.
Ephemeral; 
Embers over everything...
Ephemeral; 
Ashes flying, the crows sing...
Ephemeral; 
Cravings around his heart ring...
And then she
Rides that mule out the window.
Ephemeral; 
Waters lying low and black...
Ephemeral; 
Bliss and an audible crack...
Ephemeral; 
Shivers and the bloody tracks
As he
Presses his face to the window.
Ephemeral; 
A sidelong panicked glance...
Ephemeral; 
To the fluttering valance...
Ephemeral; 
And just maybe one more chance...
To keep her
From flying back out the window.                
Shannon, I like several of the images here (lines 9,11,14-15) . Not sure that repetition of ephemeral works; in fact, cutting it might tighten the poem. Line 17, you've used the wrong word, should be lying. Nothing makes a reader distrust a poet more than a usage error! However, lots of potential to this poem. If you have time, check out my new website: jeffersoncarterverse.com Tell me how you like it. Yrs, JC
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You had me at the title. I am, however, a big fan of repetition. This reads like a song or a choral reading. I like it, a lot.