Frozen puddles like mirrors
reflect the sky’s likeness.
Trees groan and creak
and threaten things beneath.
A girl in a white gown crosses
a frozen pond, stitches
and fractures slither in either
direction at her footfalls.
In her chest, her heart thaws
with each step because
she is alive and it hurts like flame.
Somewhere a hunter aims
and brings a bird from the sky.
Droplets of blood on snow
paint a startling Morse code:
Life. Death. Life. Death. Life.
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ReplyDeleteThis poem is inspired by Kristin, as I read "Cloisters." Richard gave it to me for Christmas.
ReplyDeleteHuge round of applause from Massachusetts. I especially like the ending and "Trees groan and creak
ReplyDeleteand threaten things beneath."
Beautiful!
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