Showing posts with label Cellars of Words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cellars of Words. Show all posts

Thursday, May 23, 2024

At the Rokerij

 

That kiss just outside

the speakeasy

left me speechless.

 

It was dark inside, lit by candles,

and the heavy door, as an ancient time portal,

shut snug when we were ushered in.

 

I remember the way you looked at me,

and all the things you whispered,

sitting there caressing

my sandaled foot.

 

Afterward,

when we were left alone

to climb the hidden stair,

 

your hands were warm

and the stones cool

against my back.

 

You’ve always known what to say

and how to say it to me,

with your eyes dark,

glittering, cerulean coins—

 

and still now, in the corridor

to the dragon’s lair,

milky smoke rising from your nostrils,

 

leading me, willing sacrifice

in white velvet,

to everyday heaven.

 

 

© 2024 Jennifer Wagner

 

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Wednesday, July 5, 2023

Dead Bees

 

Photo © 2023 Jennifer Wagner

All your belittlements

have fallen at my feet

 

like dead bees.

 

They stung

and left me mumbling incoherently,

stumbling toward water.

 

But, I’m still standing.

 

And they are now

what they always were:

fertilizer

 

for my next

most magnificent

bloom.

 

 

© 2023 Jennifer Wagner