Pray
For Me Saint Brigid
Grotty
and unwell
little
fire in my gut
has
me zeroed to the bone
Before
you were saint
you
were human
you
were woman
Born
a slave –
free
my body
with
a miracle of care
Restore
my health;
without
pain or bleeding
preserve
my chastity
Disappear
this life
that
I may live
to
atone and glorify God
A Jawn for the New Year
There’s
a bushel of apples in the kitchen,
but
friends declined due to weather.
Truthfully,
I am overwhelmed.
Perhaps
I will put on music to schnitz by.
What
kind of next level madness
is
it to peel and core and cut and dry,
to
give over hours of toil
to
be dazzled by treats of the harvest
deep
in midwinter
to
bear hope that some sweetness will keep
Turritopsis Dohrnii Visits The Woods Hole Science Aquarium
When
you can begin your life over
and
over
you’ve
got some time to pass
ever been to Barnstable County–
why
not plan a trip
to
look at creatures behind the glass
do
you miss the wild oceans
wanting
what might have been
the
Portuguese call it saudade
if
you could start again
then
you would see
how
close you are to immortality
Edward Hopper’s Google Autocomplete Predicts Cape Cod
Cape Cod home, style, renovation
before and after, near me
I
can capture the light off the side-gabled roof and dormers
in
watercolour over graphite on cream wove paper
Cape Cod cocktail, recipe,
variations
Cranberry
red with a lime wedge
brightly
lit in a darkened studio
Cape Cod lighthouse, Nauset, at
sunset
Half-light
and shade, chiaroscuro
sketched
in my mind to be worked out later on canvas
Cape Cod black dog, topsail schooner
gliding
toward the outermost edge of the horizon
where
saturated colours dip into the deep blue beyond
Surrender
The
ocean at midday, high tide
waves
heaving against the shore
and
me, a child,
lost
in play
gazing
at the water
Suddenly
the hum and roar
of
something flying low
loops
nearer
leaving
a trail
in
the cloudless, windless sky
What?
my
only reference–
black
fumes from
a
green witch’s
smoky
broom
A
glance at dad
asleep
in the chair,
and
mom nearby
holding
brother’s hand
sets
me at my ease
And
so I return
to
building castles
with
giant moats
under
the banner
God is Great
Lara Dolphin - A
native of Pennsylvania, Lara Dolphin is an attorney, nurse, wife and mom of
four amazing kids. Her first chapbook, In Search Of The Wondrous Whole,
was published by Alien Buddha Press. Her most recent chapbook, Chronicle Of
Lost Moments, is available from Dancing Girl Press.
Lara lives a life of poetry
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