by Kim Falconer
Edgar hides behind a door
Sappho
Watching you ascend the stairs,
hips swaying with each step,
I can not breathe.
Caught
I am
with the desire
to follow.
that isn’t there.
It hasn’t been there for ages.
Nothing’s been there for ages,
except the strange warm fog
of his selective memory
that happens to include a door.
Behind it, he hides.
It’s his barricade against all things out of reach.
Dark Raven Pantoum
The journey may last too
long
while dark ravens die of defeat.
Weeping out their siren song
over waves that will never meet.
While dark ravens die of defeat,
who can hear their distant keen?
Over waves that will never meet,
foam fills every voyager's dream.
Who can hear their distant keen
covered by the beauty of a Monet sea?
Foam fills every voyager's dream
until they weave a spell of intrigue.
Covered by the beauty of a Monet sea,
soft waves lap -- a lover’s caress
until they weave a spell of intrigue,
trojan mammals blow out their breath.
Soft waves lap -- a
lover’s caress
weeping their siren song.
trojan mammals blow out their breath.
The journey may last too long.