This week was a word list poem. We had three different lists to choose from so naturally I tried my hand in each list. PLease comment your pick for this week.
Poem 1
Heritage
Her grassy lip
and olive flesh,
eye the town,
her hearth.
Maybe Manarola?
Like a fox
at the edge of a throat
or
a panther
in the clear of the moon—
no longer is she the bridled wolf.
No longer is she
the misfit of an American factory.
Her face,
next to theirs,
is as casual as the oak of Italy.
Poem 2
Muted
Like a foggy rock
anchored to the torrent,
her iron umbrella
was shelter no more.
Her mother, the badge of water
and the inferno to her glass quilt.
The sock of thunder,
transparent,
exploits the maternal canopy.
Her doorknob no longer baggage to a world
foretold.
His whiskers sharp on her yielding thigh
eradicating mother’s fasten
on her lips.
The clock at the chair
keeps tapping.
The muted girl—
no longer restrained.
Poem 3
Release
Her eyelash batted at the windshield
to her marrow.
The Opulent Reverend cloaked in Amethyst
anointed her lips
with the oil of Jerusalem.
Hail like the thorn of a dove
imprisoned her
to the stern of her station.
No axe
nor stone
could release her—
from the balloon
of her chasm.
No crane
nor cabin
could make her driftwood—
in the brackish brook
of her rein.
only the amnesty
of her last inhalation—
could set her bond
to flame.
Her grasp on his hand released
her beating heart quieted
like a silent symphony.
Her eyelash as still as the mucus
in her lungs.
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