chapel street shifts pitch deep winter;
its edges, sharper its scents brighter, brittle
like peppermint ……………. or bone
.
where fever …. bush frozen
berry holly reaches its thorns to bristle
my fingers with its bitter tang
…………………………………. where deep
Ellen Chang-Richardson | GROTTO, 1st Place Winner of the 2019 Vallum Award for Poetry
GROTTO Pain of release, is worth a thousand haters mothballs, humidity hang in heat fill; broken generator. Whizz-whirr of insects, at worst tilted by staccato pops. We scratch surface until wounds burst, her touch is cold against my socks. Sap weeps from tall serrated sheaths aromatherapy, in disguise; our hands, stained red with grease […]
Ellen Chang-Richardson | PLEASE TELL ME THIS WILL NOT LAST FOREVER
PLEASE TELL ME THIS WILL NOT LAST FOREVER chapel street shifts pitch deep winter; its edges, sharper its scents brighter, brittle like peppermint or bone where fever bush frozen berry holly reaches its thorns to bristle my fingers with its bitter tang […]