Saturday, March 2, 2013

Your Tonic Like Hawthorn



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!


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.