This Child, for Miller This child’s face is a library of storiesshe leaves me pages of poseson my cell phone to find when I’m weary& in need of the light only she can shine This child’s laughter is a palaceshe leads me to secret rooms filled with treasuresto discover when I’m low in faith& in… Continue reading Poem 316 – This Child
Category: On Writing
Poem 315 – Souffle
Soufflé The wind whipped into 3pmclouds cheek-puffed & greybut I – I was writing beforethe light moved to meet the dayby noon the words flowedbetween mouths into laughterwe even read poetry out loudPope & Lowell – pausing in theeleventh hour to hand-over-heartsilence as three yellow spitfiressputtered overhead –remembering lives in all the colours By 1pm… Continue reading Poem 315 – Souffle
Poem 314 – Working Girl, the movie & me
Working girl, the movie & me joan cusack red-dyed & teasedlips lisped & shoulders padded to heightCoffee? Tea? Me? melanie griffith blonde bombshell & smartmouse-voiced & lion-hearted to heightI’ve got a head for business and a bod for sin a handsome businessmana nasty bossa broken leg& lies made me feelempoweredmotivated & even in this exhausted… Continue reading Poem 314 – Working Girl, the movie & me
Poem 313 – It
It When It arrivesIt’s too late for me to stop ItIt penetrates my organs(It adores my skin wreaks havoc on my heart continuously hunts for my soul)Its power crushes mine Describing It is complicatedExcept to say: infiltration of nothingness (I lose my pack become a woman who runs, weeping and weak, away from the wolves)… Continue reading Poem 313 – It
VANESSA SHIELDS 