Showing posts with label I Know I Put That Metaphor In Here Somewhere. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I Know I Put That Metaphor In Here Somewhere. Show all posts

Monday, October 30, 2023

(Waking Up) from the Nightmare

 

A dozen plump oranges were hanging from the tree.

A dozen plump spiders had encircled each one

with a dozen white webs.

 

Kitty tried to bat one away

but it just crawled toward the couch

and back again.

 

You sprayed them with water

but the fruit couldn’t be saved.

Except by me waking up.

 

Which I did,

and killed them

the only way I know how.

 

© 2023 Jennifer Wagner

 


 

 

Tuesday, May 2, 2023

my hipparchus

 

mapping the stars

on my back

you don’t ask me

for anything—

 

and let me cry

to forget what’s happened

between now

and the last good year

 

you don’t ask

for anything—so i can

remember how

to give the stars their names again

 

 

© 2023 Jennifer Wagner

 

for dverse quadrille #175:  craft a poem in exactly 44 words using some form of the word “map”

 

Thursday, August 29, 2019

Soon: Spiders



Dalí looks at me
from across the room,
time melting as if exhausted
from the heat.

That look: like puppy dog eyes
pleading for a shift in the breeze.

But, no, I say,
don’t do that to me.
The darkness is coming,
so damp and rich I can taste it.

And soon:
spiders.


© 2019 Jennifer Wagner


Reference:  Salvador Dalí's clocks in The Persistence of Memory.