2 Poems by Kitty Jospé

Battered

she’s in the river  
             running  to wrest
                        the last rays of ribcaged sun
            caught in a rattler’s
snakeskin on the bank
                                  
and night lullabys
                        ululululululay
like love, terrible on either end
            of creation, destruction,
waxing its way.
                      

House of Cards -- II

Card by card, she constructs
            triangular tents
            layered high to higher,
 precarious
            perched so close to imminent
                                                demise.


Little does she know such practice
will serve her well for the slippery games,
loneliness,
and all that lies
ahead.


Bionote

Kitty Jospé is a retired French teacher,  an active docent at the art museum, and leads a weekly poetry appreciation session, started during her MFA in creative writing poetry at Pacific University.  She is  involved with multiple collaborations with dance, music, art and word.  kjospe@gmail.com