Tuesday, 5 May 2020

3 Poems by Marie-Andree Auclair

Blue Iris

It blossoms on her cheek
morning bright, for all to see
writes a tale her shame
cannot articulate.

Night flower arising
from underground vessels
unable to contain their blue ink
leaking sorrow.

Mouth used to wordlessness,
her face blurts out an itinerary
she wants to refuse and she prays
not just her mirror would read.


imbroglio 

I’
m
braiding
roadways
out of oneiric
galaxies
locked
in
orbits
obelized
in
latent
geo-magical
obfuscations
rotating
best when
manipulated
imaginatively


Silence Number 1, Begetting

silence is stone
polished smooth
by decades of words
the teeth of which
silence itself wore down.


Bionote

Marie-Andree Auclair’s poems have appeared in a variety of print and online publications in the United States, Canada, Ireland and in the United Kingdom. Her chapbook, Contrails was released by In/Words Magazine and Press/Ottawa. She lives in Canada.

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