Saturday 12 March 2022

Three Poems by Nolcha Fox


 

Flight School

 

Icarus had dreams of grandeur,

He wanted to reach the heights.

He fashioned wings 

of wax and feathers.

 

The birds were irked.

They pecked out plumage,

Chased him off the cliff.

 

He hadn’t attended

their flight school,

and so

he was dropped.

 


Gods

 

In the beginning was chaos.

People noticed chaos. 

People invented gods.

Gods demanded people 

pray to them for order.

 

People carved statues

of gods to worship.

The statues were more

beautiful than the gods.

 

People wanted to be 

beautiful like statues.

People put on makeup.

People wore jewellery.

People went on diets.

People had cosmetic surgery.

 

People looked better 

than the gods.

 

And now, people worship themselves.

 


Lady of the Lake

 

Your face peeks out between lily pads,

deathly drifter through murky depths.

Faerie or saviour or guardian,

rearing or raising man and sword,

tresses tangled in tubers and timelessness,

your song stirs and summons 

to legend and lore.

Were you some magic or merely

an offering, some tragic end 

resurfaced and remade? 

 



Nolcha Fox has written all her life, starting with poop and crayons on the walls. Her poems have been published in WyoPoets News, Duck Head Journal, Ancient Paths, Dark Entries, The Red Lemon Review, Agape Review, Bullshit Literary Magazine, Storyteller’s Refrain, Wilder Literature, Paddler Press, the 2022 WyoPoets chapbook Emergence, Gone Lawn, and Levatio’s first issue Serenity.

Her chapbook, “My Father’s Ghost Hates Cats,” is available on Amazon. In spring 2022, Alien Buddha Press will publish her chapbook, "The Big Unda." In July/August 2022, Dancing Girl Press will publish her chapbook, “Why Chicken Explodes in the Microwave.”


3 comments:

  1. I love Gods, made me think and at the end of my thoughts I smiled.Great job.

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  2. Well done - congrats on publishing them! And, great read.

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