Three Poems by Anthy Strom

 

Soft and lagoon-eyed

Let your vision cross, gaze into the 

Spangled quilt of afternoon 

Sun, new green moss-

Blur the remnant icepanes

With spring-tide sky

One more goodbye

I lost my favourite necklace

The one I would have wanted

Buried with me: 

Of no great value, bar

The wonderful joy it brought me

To see it lie against my collarbone 

A string of small wooden beads,

Carefully polished by the

Warmth of my body

Perfectly circular golden spheres

Interspersing amber, eggshell, mahogany

Delicate bronze clasp

That screwed together to form

An unbreakable bond

Where did you go?

Who has you now?

And do they love you as much as I do?

Honeydew Melodies

Sun pooling on warm cedar 

Heating up leather and barley and musty books

Languid smoke rising from the west

Summertime symphony

Along with golden grasshoppers

Chirping and singing out in the burnished fields 

A ripe chorus for harvest

Anthy Strom is a poet based in High River A.B. Their work has recently appeared in Croak and Bitter Melon Review. When not writing, hiking or cat-wrangling, they can be found desperately battling the mint that has currently taken over their garden.