short poetry 2/1

i have a couple of pieces of lined paper in my school binders that i use to write daily short poems. i hope you enjoy reading some of them!!

child of vermont,

the snow thickens the sky

outside & i shriek

even at this the most common of sights

i sit quietly

sated

for i am yours

in my head, fae dance in dark forests,

singing melodies i do not remember.

toadstools sprout in circles & mother russia

rolls in her grave. next year she will not be brought home.

flicker darling / be my lightning bug

the earth is round

but the curve of her horizon

is always just out of reach

goddess-girl, catch my eye,

clothed in white, clamshell child

blinking wide at this beautiful unfamiliar sight

august waits in pools of moonshine

rippling alluringly in faded light

off the pavement

broken like rapture in late summer glass