Poems & Essays

15 Oct

Rifts

Babyhood No Response

Just off the abbey square
our dessert has arrived:
a soft meringue
and apricot cream canyon,
filled with a rivulet
of lavender oil, effluvial
on a thin, white plate.

We are listening
to the Sunday carillon recital.
“I think it’s Bach,” you say,
but I hear only indiscriminate
bells, and an infant, unseen,
wailing nearby. I suspect
he is teething—enamel tearing
through swollen gum, his
drool trickling onto cobblestone.

 

 

Karen Head (@poetphd) is the author of Sassing (WordTech Press, 2009), My Paris Year (All Nations Press, 2008) and Shadow Boxes (All Nations Press, 2003). Along with three colleagues, she recently published an anthology of occasional verse, On Occasion: Four Poets, One Year (Poetry Atlanta Press, 2014). Her poetry appears in a number of national and international journals and anthologies. She was the winner of the 2011 Oxford International Women’s Festival Poetry Prize. She teaches at Georgia Tech, serves on the Poetry Atlanta Board, and is Editor of the Atlanta Review.

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