FOREST
OF WE
In the forest of we
Your hand reaches out
Touches a limb
But not flesh or bone
Deep indigo blue
A star shower tonight.
City lights gleam
bright.
A step away from you
I, too, gleam in the
night.
Previously published by Highland Park Poetry (USA).
FLIGHT
Did you
run before you walked?
Toddler
grin snaps open
Before
she discovers flight.
Mira! Mira!
Look!
The
chair – as if across an ocean.
Crumpled
eyes as she wavers
Then
the excited cries land
Doubt
against doubt
Then a
moment of risk.
They
will tell her later
About
the time
She
first took flight.
Previously published by Highland Park Poetry (USA).
HAIKU IN BLUE
Dust
storms of charred leaves
Carried
by clouds floating by
Azure
lake shadows.
Elizabeth Marino is an American poet, actor, and educator based in Chicago. Pushcart Prize nominated, her poems and short memoir pieces appeared in the 2020 collection Asylum, as well as two chaps (Ceremonies and Debris) and over 25 international print anthologies, most recently Riders on the Storm from the Revolutionary Poets Brigade. She is a member of Circulo de poetas & Writers, TallGrass Writers Guild, and SAG-AFTRA. She also co-hosts a classical ballet film series at a local library with Mme. Elizabeth Boitsov, of Boitsov Classical Ballet Productions.


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