Saturday, 13 December 2025

One Poem by Rachel Turney

 






Calla Lily 


Hera’s stolen milk 

sprinkled on the ground.

Dug from the Earth’s crust, cobalt. 

Ferromagnetic, like 

iron or nickel. 


My dress, the scarlet sunset. 

My complexion is the silver of the moon. 

Turmeric tincture in a circle,  

THE SUN. 


The night is shades of black. 

The mountains, bister in the moonlight. 

Chlorophyll, the pigment to absorb

the light to photosynthesize. 


Hemoglobin to carry oxygen. 

The amount of light that can be 

harnessed and escape. 


Like horses thundering down a hill,

measured in brilliance. 

The singing leaves vermillion, 

like lips kissing me goodbye.









Rachel Turney, Ed.D. (she/her) is an educator and artist located in Denver. Her poems, research articles, reviews, and drawings can be found in a variety of publications. Rachel is passionate about immigrant rights, teacher support, and empowering other artists. She is a Writers’ Hour prize winner and Best of the Net nominee. Her photography appears on a few magazine covers. Rachel runs the popular online reading series Poetry (in Brief). She is on staff at Bare Back Magazine with her monthly column Friday Night in the Suburbs. She reads for The Los Angeles Review.

Website: turneytalks.com Instagram: @turneytalks Bluesky: rachelturney

 

Books coming 2026: 

Record Player Life with The Poetry Lighthouse

Retired Wannabe Club Kid with Parlyaree Press

To Be (a Woman) with Red Rose Thorns 

Women Making Soup Together with Vinegar Press



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