August 2017 – Anne's mediocre poetry

Vision

The house without windows sits on a hill surrounded by meadows, flowers near the door. It is surrounded in the shade of summer. Black smog puffs from its nose. Perspiration is released from its gutters. This house lives in solitude. This house has a latch on its door. Someday the wind will blow the latchContinue reading “Vision”

Hero

Look through the crack and you can see her, a small brown bird- nothing fancy – with an insignificant chip to make herself known. Or perhaps you will see the eye of a rail, hiding in the rushes or hear the whinny of a sora out in the wetlands, letting you know she is thereContinue reading “Hero”