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Where the Earth is Hard Small Fires Nocturna If you hadn't gone They
My hands are composed of butterflies Exile Morningstar Witch teeth
Wake This is the Face of a Widow My Witch
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Poetry Series:
New Poetry Series Starting Soon!
White & Winter ~ Coming December 2023 for winter 2023-24
One new haiku or short poem a day ( & sometimes more) never before published ~
a taste of the gothic spirit, for the cold, white season of ghosts & memories.
The Autumn Country & Phantom Season ~
A poem a day September 2022 for Autumn & October 2022 for Halloween & Samhain.
Featured Poetry
Selene
Phantom heart
Noise
A thousand lifetimes longing
Far north
Death in blue
Selene
The unseen seeps into the threads of our lives,
frenzies the pulse, strikes
the nerves taut, strings of a violin
quick staccato notes sharp, heart leaps bloody
fast and beats into a melody of breathlessness. This myth
of the liminal lies, there is no barrier; our world evaporates
into silver air and the stars warn me I must
stop being so naked all the time, being as
bare branches reaching through moonlight
for the hallowed sky, but I
am not ashamed to say
with this life
I want to touch both worlds,
I will touch both worlds.
©Susan Zegarsky
Phantom heart
nearing the shore
a tangerine sky, toffee clouds sailing through
I remember the smell of the sea
searching the horizon for her emerald blue
sound of surf in the rise of ocean breeze
I know you never needed me
but I wanted you to
©Susan Zegarsky
Noise
I remember silence as a child alone, deep
silence, the droplets of rain gleaming in silence, in the stillness
after the rain moved on, pavement smooth silver, the small chirps
of black crickets becoming my symphony, my family
the unending silence of these moments no one else shared
teaching a small child
you don’t belong here
I remember the sounds of my children, joy
the loud the noise the laughter the clatter of the chase, battles
of swords and flurries of feet fleeing monsters, the shouting
of made up songs, a rumble of small bodies thundering by
and the stories that flowed like a river of belonging, the we
then the soft bird-singing and small quiet snuffles of breath,
the rustle of hair beneath my fingers, the feathering
of pages being turned
©Susan Zegarsky
A thousand lifetimes longing
the sky can’t tell us about emptiness, being
restless even at night, full of our wishes
sent by dandelion fluff and evening stars
where hills kiss the clouds softly, being
lovers who never speak
©Susan Zegarsky
Far north
my mama left her body years before her body left us
every moment I tried to stop myself from thinking, stop the engulfing
silence, the tick tick tick of shoes in the hallways, the clocks, the fleeing
of the miniscule seconds left of life
she didn’t want to breathe at all, all I ever wanted was to breathe I held
on to this life with all my might
she never felt me there and I never felt her go we both
were robbed but now
I dream of the aurora in the far north, the sky glittering with diamond dust
and an electric infinity of meteor green
where the ice touches the sky
©Susan Zegarsky
Death in blue
windswept words,
words inseparable from the wind,
thin wishes, unstable earth;
nothing is solid
except our end
we fear the vast night
for all she hides
in her folds of velvet indigo,
though we are her monsters,
the terrible secrets she conceals
shadow and symphony
©Susan Zegarsky
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