Three short poems

July 6, 2010

Three unrelated bits of free verse placed together only because they all were typed on a same page and because of their common brevity. In each Evelyn conveys wondrous depths with only a few lines that pulse with life.

Benediction

Fireflies are candles

That cast pale, hallowing gleams

On wood paths at night.

Conquest

I flung my spirit

Against the wall of your hate,

And it fell, papered

And gashed and old, like leather

Preyed upon by wind and rain.

To Brown Eyes

Amber-voiced chancel

Of a white soul, what holy

Of holies lights you?

Evelyn Coffey