Hawthorn berries (Crataegus monogyna)
Image: Wikimedia Commons
you’re not
supposed to speak softly
in feather light whispers
at my throat
language foreign
to a scrap like me
my mini-heart flutters
in its hummingbird bones
afraid it might learn how to
cherish me too
Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner
*Note: Hawthorn berries, flowers and leaves are used as an herbal medicine in the treatment of heart and cardiovascular ailments.
Written for dVerse Poetics where Fred Rutherford has us
keeping it brief!
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Saturday, March 2, 2013
Your Tonic Like Hawthorn
Friday, March 1, 2013
Bloodless March
today
i can tell you what
a dried orange peel feels
like
hanging on—
barely
wrapped in yesterday’s
color
now a duller shade
possessed by winter
contained in the
glass bowl of night
where mango and cinnamon
and cardamom
die on my lips scented
citrus
nut hard and inedible
a shade
of passion’s fruit
wheeled out on gurneys
of seasons past
Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner
Monday, February 25, 2013
Sandmorphs of the Amethyst Moon
The watchful eye of the bleeding heart moon
turned amethyst,
her vellum glowed in its gaze—
a canvas for creatures of prey.
Black sand morphed white on her toes,
confectioners’ sugar
to said creatures
making them voraciously bay.
Storm clouds rained dirt
for moments turned years
while she learned to make bloodcastles
with hellbowls of tears.
Sorry for what they’d done,
treacherous birds of root
flew from her tormented refrain
to nest and to watch from beaches of soot.
A pièce de résistance complete
in its unfinishing,
thus, she set off to hunt prey of her own.
She tortured a few, but could kill only time,
true more to herself than a rule.
She’d only been waiting on setting cement,
and Prince Charming’s repent
for having left her alone in the light of such an encouraging
moon.
Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner
Linking up to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads for Open Link Monday and OpenLinkNight at dVerse Poets Pub.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Have You Seen This? You Want To.
To This Day
by Spoken Word Poet Shane Koyczan
Well worth every minute. You will be moved.
Well worth every minute. You will be moved.
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