Ghost of a Photograph
Gray birds fly above the shoreline
Matching the rocks that jut from the waters at this unknown hour
One woman gazes out beyond the waters, lost
She stands out on the jagged rocks dressed loosely in black
In an instant the waves too have gone gray
Only the girl remains in a gown of black, gazing out to an image seen many years before
An image as if I’m looking at an old photograph
Another instant and she’s gone
She fades and the world has returned to it’s own colors of blue and fawns
All a ghost of a photograph
Disappearing into the colors of my own time
Originally published in the anthology Tic Toc
Arrival
October arrives
like two women rushing in,
red hair streaming,
changing colors
wearing cloaks made of feathers
and branches scattering
leaves and shifting the world-
rusted hues, flowers brittle
strands of dry grass
snap- as overhead
one bird flies
Originally published in the anthology Brought to Sight and Swept Away
The Tree’s Lifelines
The tree and I stand- looking at each other
Roughened by elements
The trunk twists high above me
Lines etched in the bark follow the curves of the branches
Showing gaps within it’s skin
Full of spaces never filled
Or gaps such as mine carved out by others in my life
Holes never patched, only branches naked-
As am I, stripped clean for myself to see without prejudice
My hand unconsciously touches the gaps in my own skin, lined similar with the trees
The tree and I stand-considering
The Tree’s Lifelines
The tree and I stand- looking at each other
Roughened by elements
The trunk twists high above me
Lines etched in the bark follow the curves of the branches
Showing gaps within it’s skin
Full of spaces never filled
Or gaps such as mine carved out by others in my life
Holes never patched, only branches naked-
As am I, stripped clean for myself to see without prejudice
My hand unconsciously touches the gaps in my own skin, lined similar with the trees
The tree and I stand-considering
Originally published in Pyrokinection
Embryo
Within the embryo
anticipating it’s birth
a body drifts
pale, nearly blue
hair rises above
fingers curling emptiness
holding invisible weight
balancing the way
waiting, waiting waiting
Bionote
Kristin Roahrig's short stories and poetry have appeared in various publications. She is also the author of several plays and lives in Indiana.
Embryo
Within the embryo
anticipating it’s birth
a body drifts
pale, nearly blue
hair rises above
fingers curling emptiness
holding invisible weight
balancing the way
waiting, waiting waiting
Bionote
Kristin Roahrig's short stories and poetry have appeared in various publications. She is also the author of several plays and lives in Indiana.
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