Monday 9 September 2024

Five Poems by Robin Wright

 




Shoeshine Shade of Summer 

 

The creek glistens,  

gurgles like a baby  

lost in its own language. 

I listen, the sound  

a tender nightcap 

melting into the grammar 

of wood. Scent of lilac 

a net for its story. 

I glide with shoes 

saturated with rain. 

Knowledge nestles  

into my belly like a foetus. 

 

 

 

Stolen Dreams 

 

You wish for a star 

to ride to High Street 

a glitter trail to swallow 

the tears you weep  

every night while you sweep  

your brokenness into a dustpan  

then throw it to scattered corners  

 


 

This Land 

 

Red carpet for an escape 

Glide through town 

on a rung of gold 

stripping leaves 

from trees 

creating breeze 

for those below 

on the ground 

wound to the earth 

Cart full of apples 

dumped by the side 

of the road  

rotting 

 

 

 

Today 

 

Drink lots of wind 

then blow all the dandelions 

you can find 

 

Run after the white fuzz 

grab it  

rub it on your face 

 

You don’t have to search 

for a name  

This is joy 

 

 

 

What’s Left 

 

The rain in your voice 

thick as layers of smoke 

hangs like emaciated ghosts. 

We marathon to the cemetery, 

hitch our lives to a dying star. 

We’re a waiting room, 

marvelling at a red bicycle, 

hovering in a tree. 

An escape we didn’t imagine 

right here in front of us.









Robin Wright lives in Southern Indiana. Her work has appeared in As it Ought to Be, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, One Art, Loch Raven Review, Panoply, Rat’s Ass Review, The Beatnik Cowboy, Spank the Carp, The New Verse News, and others. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee and a Best New Poets 2024 nominee. Her first chapbook, Ready or Not, was published by Finishing Line Press in 2020.

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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