Jacqueline Morse — The Monarch Review
Three Poems – Jacqueline Morse
Tuesday, April 5, 2016 11:42 — 3 Comments
Frost Flowers “Welcome to nowhere,†they tell you. Here the regret runs in rivers, deep like the wounds we bear. Here sorrow grows beside graves, lilac covered eulogies never given and you hold your apologies in your arms. They tell you to plant, so you dig. With your hands in the cold dirt, your fingernails weather the work. Past the roots of other people’s grief, you lay down your discrepancies, your, I’m sorry I never cried. You pat the fresh dirt over them. Maybe in a better world, I’m a better daughter. You let the air bite your dry skin. […]
What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
