Category: Poetry (Page 13 of 15)

The Cruelty of Winter Has Only Just Begun

The little bird came out
in darkness:
t’was my heart and
so disoriented;
and the seed was
not the right
seed, but instead of
dying off
from the frigid cold –

it turned back,
familiar valve found,
hence – alit:
three-toed and tucked,
a hinged
and hungered beak under
hollow-boned
shoulder blade – black and white speckled
wing feathers;
her sanguine queen
comforters:
necessary warmth
to go it once more
in the deepness:
it was in my head
and it was dying
in the end – but not
from the frigid cold.… Read more “Poetry by Elisabeth Horan”

I am weepy.
18th century Marseilles, we aren’t French
and we dodge the Plague.

I am trapped in the wine cellar,
you laugh at a game
where people fall onto patches of grass.

Our hair, luxurious,
full of powder,
slowly comes undone.

Words like loins, feline,
and sunshine are passed around,
it is eagerness fulfilled.… Read more ““Doctor Dream, 1720” by Sarah Lilius”

What the Crows Did

The crows in the golf course behind campus
knew the hospital, knew the blood
they took, knew the mud, my mind. I blew into the wind
and the wind blew back.

The crows in the hemlock witnessed me transfixed
by an icicle, my feet on the pavement,
it dangling from the tip of a broken branch,
milky-white against bark the color of old blood.… Read more “Poetry by Frances Donovan”