SHADOW FISH
Great hoarfrost stars
arrive with the shadow fish
clearing the path to dawn. - Federico García Lorca, from "Romance sonámbulo"
For the mothers of the disappeared
Here they come, the ravenous sharks of morning,
feasting on the moon and the stars and planets,
swallowing the glimmer of light that's rising
green in the distance.
Barn owls blink in tacit approval. Cold and
unconcerned, the crickets and frogs keep singing.
Soon the cock will crow, and the fox will charm a
hare from the woodlot.
Far away the five o'clock whistle blasts its
warning at the desolate crossing. Aspens
shiver. Shadow fish are retreating, silver,
dragging you with them.
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Coming to Terms
PoetryThis is my ten-form poetry submission to the first annual ATTYS competition. All ten poems are related to the process of coming to terms with different life situations: a miscarriage, the death of a loved one in the Vietnam war; a political abductio...
