| All the artwork in my gallery is my own work, and therefore everything in my gallery is © me, Evelyn G. Please, do not use anything in it without my express permission. Thanks, and enjoy! |


Waking Forgive me this early transgressionWaking by ~shanraii
of an unmade bed -
I am no morning spirit,
no coffee- drinker.
Excuse a naked face
or repeated gesture;
one of drinking water from
a pitcher and spitting back blood
or of the easy toss of an arm
over a head, a sigh
into the crook of an elbow,
a yawn into dawn's open mouth.
Pardon the blaspheme of
an unfolded morning as I rise,
coughing and half-blind from
a casket of my past hours
and ascend creaking stairs to a
room where, bleary and swollen-
tongued, I reach
for the turning milk.


Come, Winter On a town street at eleven,Come, Winter by ~shanraii
every flag in a November wind
is a despairing almost-lover.
One more blow, one heave,
hope, but the night isn't cold enough
to chill the naked back of a woman.
Desperate as leaves, men curl
into the dark hollows in women's throats,
breathe; a sudden bite on the shoulder
a wish for an absent frost.


Tide TideTide by ~shanraii
I betray myself; some understanding
of the moon's influence on a heavy tide
is no aide to the deep which settles
dark and measured below my aching ribs.
The red ship rides a warm Southern
current with news of a coming storm.
Bearing in on the thick water she cuts a straight,
low course, quiet under a rocking moon.
The tilt and keel of her close hull harbors no
slick rats or itching lepers. She carries only
the leaden cargo of a cautious woman.
I hold no intimate discourse with blood, and
the sea and I are only formal acquaintances
with a common tide. We share nothing else
but a wave in my name: a bitter swell.


SeasonSeason by ~shanraii
The earth is speechless.
Modest hillocks sprawl and yawn,
stretching themselves across the damp ground -
A woman waking in the morning.
A new hunter, I turn my wrists upward,
exposing veins, as leaves do.
The distance of February sun
coaxes ancient blood to slow, tidal awakening.
Like a stretch of beach, the trees,
stiff with winter, reach out to a far, cold sun.
I will walk the sand in May as a blossom,
barefoot through the sand and waiting for summer.
| All the artwork in my gallery is my own work, and therefore everything in my gallery is © me, Evelyn G. Please, do not use anything in it without my express permission. Thanks, and enjoy! |
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