Poems & Essays

18 Apr

August, 2008

General/Column No Response

At the fall of dusk,
I was stitched
twenty times over.
Your upturned face,
fractal of brilliance
reflected my fatigue;
eyes deep like coffers,
mused the storms that
nested in my hollows
where repose has been
scratched dry.
Yet, here, was where
I rooted myself in
your waves of quiet
summer nectar,
a brief easing after
your colic cries.
And there I sat woven
into the ribbons of your
fingers in mine;
my mind’s eyes followed
past the snug feathers
of a hallowed dark,
sensing droplets of sweat
clinging to
my silk dress,
coming to grasp that
all distance from and to
motherhood
can be brought to form
in the stillness before
your coming storm.

 

 

A Pushcart nominee, Lana Bella is an author of two chapbooks, Under My Dark (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016) and Adagio (forthcoming from Finishing Line Press), has had her poetry and fiction featured with over 200 journals. See some of Lana’s work here, https://www.facebook.com/Lana-Bella-789916711141831/

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