I’ve become an outline
pasted on the moon
shadow sung by tree frogs,
collapsing mineshaft
fantasy in talc
wind-drenched pauper of stars.
~
I’ve become an empty
snakeskin rattle,
circle of invisible hawks
trail smirk, sand puppet
scavenging
resinous dreams.
~
I’ve become a rumor
hidden in parquet
absence overgrown
shiver of tissue,
sky breath
humming a dirge.
~
I’ve become a spray
of dead asters
holding their shape
brittle
afterthought
in a vase of echoes.
is a poet, a licensed marriage and family therapist, and the editor of Spirit Fire Review. Her poetry is found in Nostos, Unlost Journal, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Clamor 2021, Black Bough’s Christmas & Winter Edition, and in several anthologies. Cindy lives in Southern California with her husband and their children.
⚡
Gunnysack, cherita sequence by Cindy Bousquet Harris,
a semi-finalist in MacQ’s Magician Ekphrastic Writing Challenge
(Issue 3, May 2020)