The Poetry Kit MAGAZINE

 

 

Response Poems 

 

 

 

 

 

Time

by Tammara Or Slilat

 

 

Time peals all wounds. Meticulously

In pre-appointed dates: birthdays, anniversaries, memorial days.

You lick your wounds, saw them up with a needle

of forced joy, but even when you think

you're just going blackberry picking

you suddenly find yourself staggering

at the bottom of a hidden cliff – that tiny

inescapable change in your mother's voice

when she proudly counts her grandchildren

and comes down To 12

minus one.

 

 

 

Desire

 by Barbara Philips

 

desire drips

veins distend

a child cries in a cave

within fear far away

beneath all that lies

swaddled

voice screams, forbids

yet it looms

 

cables shadowed

draw the IT forward

 

gleefully dragging probabilities

it comes

 

 


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