Tuesday, 2 September 2025

Four Poems by Ann E. Michael

 






Fae 

 

 

Seated on the starry moss beneath the beech tree 

she travels like a swallow to far-off continents 

and galaxies, back and forth through that invisible 

entity we’ve named time. 

 

She may enter the shade domains, rule of ghosts 

and cold fires. She may sweep sedge with gauze hands 

or scales, feathers, exoskeletons of chitin that litter 

and spangle ocean shores. 

 

Surely you can imagine her, under boughs and green 

leaves where weeds struggle and roots extend— 

cool enclave of wrens and spiders while sun’s heat 

disperses beneath branches. 

 

There where her dreams encumber her wandering. 

There among mushrooms and might-have-beens. 

You cannot see nor can you follow her. 

You know she’s there. 

 

 

 

The Candy and the Milk

 

 

When my children were small 

the farm store sold milk 

pumpkins peppers blueberries 

bushels of tomatoes 

warm as July 

also an array of jams  

candy in low display racks 

and cider in cool weather  

before the store 

closed up for winter. 

 

Even now my grown son says  

he recalls the scents. 

Fresh melons  

and the stone-damp shade 

and the candy 

and the milk. 

 

 

 

Like Me, the Brown Bat 

 

 

Interior sonar, intuition, scent, 

the sound of skin and fur. 

Wings with the breeze under them 

 

and the hum of junebugs, 

paper moths, the simplest desires: 

hunger and thirst, sweet harvest 

 

that the air itself provides, 

mosquitoes buoyant. Could be 

rain. Could be summer.  

 

Could be a virus in my system 

makes me warm and befuddled, 

a different kind of suspense 

 

stretched and stuttering  

at dusk beneath a mottled moon.  

Like you, I circumambulate my life 

 

wandering erratic and a bit blind, 

gravity pulling at me as I pull 

against it, even when sleeping.




 

Untitled 

 

 

in morning sun 

ferns shoulder high 

crowd jewelweed 

a world with so much green 

my eyes ache










Ann E. Michael lives in eastern Pennsylvania. Her latest poetry collection (2024) is Abundance/Diminishment. Her work has appeared in Ninth Letter, One Art, Ekphrasis Review, and many others, as well as in numerous anthologies. She chronicles her writing, reading, and garden on a long-running blog at www.annemichael.blog 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Four Poems by Ann E. Michael

  Fae       Seated on the starry moss beneath the beech tree   she travels like a swallow to far-off continents   and galaxies, back and for...