5 Am again
Makeshift lakes sing in their
concrete beds surrounded by
cypress knees transplanted
in these foreign grounds.
An orange glow tries to pierce the
horizon still in its nightly daze
but it will rain again this morning
as we play with the air
Little change will be seen
in this quiet edifice of trees
few natives dressed in feathers
and fur plan another day.
Darkness will certainly return
for a brief moment to lose
once more its desperate battle
when life joyful conquers all.
Medieval lady
Dry as an abandoned stick in winter
she plaintively took her seat at the lectern
sighing as if struggling to breathe.
She squinted with a terrible Humph
seemingly fighting with the words to speak
perhaps in old English or medieval French.
We all suffered with her after an early dinner
dreaming of ice cream and chocolate cake
as she fed us tales of libertine monks.
A few knights still shine in my memories of
Lancelot, Gawain and a certain Mary, but still
I ponder the old lady’s digestive struggles.
Bionote
Poussin is a professor of French and World Literature. His work in poetry and photography has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and hundreds of other publications worldwide. Most recently, his collections In Absentia, and If I Had a Gun, Half Past Life were published in 2021, 2022, and 2023 by Silver Bow Publishing.
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