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.

Thank You, April

April, I am starved for light,

bring a little, please,

to the window

where I can see summer

lolling about the hills afar off.

Ah, yes, I see her now,

shoeless in leaves of grass,

picking blackberries,

Sonnet 18 nearing couplet.

April, you’re a long way from summer,

but at least I can see her from here.

© 2017 Jennifer Wagner

“Distinctive realms appear to us when we look and hear by poem-light.” - Jane Hirshfield, Ten Windows.  Happy Poetry Month with appreciation to poems by Sandburg, Heaney and Shakespeare.