Sunday 5 May 2024

1 Poem by Alexander Etheridge

Solitude at Midnight

The record plays as I
open a window,
and Chopin’s 24th Prelude
finds the night air,
slowly at first,
then completely—rising, respelling
cloud cover,
stars, galaxies,
light from every corner

of the known universe—behind which

lies a darkness
waiting for each ancient note,
by the time they reach it—
And I stand here
far below,
alone again, pure, coming
slowly at first, then all at once,
as the music fades.


Alexander Etheridge has been developing his poems and translations since 1998. His poems have been featured in The Potomac Review, Scissors and Spackle, Ink Sac, Cerasus Journal, The Cafe Review, The Madrigal, Abridged Magazine, Susurrus Magazine, The Journal, Roi Faineant Press, and many others. He was the winner of the Struck Match Poetry Prize in 1999, and a finalist for the Kingdoms in the Wild Poetry Prize in 2022. He is the author of, God Said Fire, and the forthcoming, Snowfire and Home.

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