Category: Featured Poem
Featured Poem: Dawn
by Shannon Fox
By John Gould Irwin Above the east horizon, The great red flower of the dawn Opens slowly, petal by petal; The trees emerge from darkness With ghostly silver leaves, Dew powdered. Now consciousness emerges Reluctantly out of tides of sleep; Finding with cold surprise No strange new thing to match its dreams, But merely the familiar shapes Of bedpost, window-pane, and wall. Within the … Read More Featured Poem: Dawn
Featured Poem: Turning Fifty
by Shannon Fox
By Robert Hedin So this is how it must’ve looked, The gates to the garden Creaking shut, And both of them Standing there in late afternoon light, Looking back, the rain pelting Down hard, the flowers Closing their shutters, The leaves already beginning to fall. via Narrative Magazine
Featured Poem: Blueprint
by Shannon Fox
By Emma Gorenberg The first skeleton drawn from the earth, they called beautiful. And she was, to their particular vantage—they who knew bleach from ocher, bone from rock from gully. It is three days before I see the limb breaching, femur or humerus I’m unsure, another before I will feel it with an outstretched hand, another and I will push some of its loamy casing … Read More Featured Poem: Blueprint
Featured Poem: Remember
by Shannon Fox
By Joy Harjo Remember the sky that you were born under, know each of the star’s stories. Remember the moon, know who she is. Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is the strongest point of time. Remember sundown and the giving away to night. Remember your birth, how your mother struggled to give you form and breath. You are evidence of her life, … Read More Featured Poem: Remember
Featured Poem: Winter Branches
by Shannon Fox
By Margaret Widdemer When winter-time grows weary, I lift my eyes on high And see the black trees standing, stripped clear against the sky; They stand there very silent, with the cold flushed sky behind, The little twigs flare beautiful and restful and kind; Clear-cut and certain they rise, with summer past, For all that trees can ever learn they know now, at last; … Read More Featured Poem: Winter Branches
Featured Poem: A Spell Before Winter
by Shannon Fox
By Howard Nemerov After the red leaf and the gold have gone, Brought down by the wind, then by hammering rain Bruised and discolored, when October’s flame Goes blue to guttering in the cusp, this land Sinks deeper into silence, darker into shade. There is a knowledge in the look of things, The old hills hunch before the north wind blows. Now I can … Read More Featured Poem: A Spell Before Winter
Featured Poem: Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Shannon Fox
By Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a … Read More Featured Poem: Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Featured Poem: Horses
by Shannon Fox
By Pablo Neruda From the window I saw the horses. I was in Berlin, in winter. The light had no light, the sky had no heaven. The air was white like wet bread. And from my window a vacant arena, bitten by the teeth of winter. Suddenly driven out by a man, ten horses surged through the mist. Like waves of fire, they flared … Read More Featured Poem: Horses
Featured Poem: Perhaps the World Ends Here
by Shannon Fox
By Joy Harjo The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live. The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on. We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees under it. It is here that … Read More Featured Poem: Perhaps the World Ends Here
Featured Poem: A Little Closer Though, If You Can, for What Got Lost Here
by Shannon Fox
By Carl Phillips Other than that, all was still — a quiet so quiet that, as if silence were a kind of spell, and words the way to break it, they began speaking. They spoke of many things: sunset as a raft leaving the water in braids behind it; detachment, the soul, obedience; swans rowing at nightfall across a sky … Read More Featured Poem: A Little Closer Though, If You Can, for What Got Lost Here
Featured Poem: Ghosts
by Shannon Fox
By Kiki Petrosino Some ghosts are my mothers neither angry nor kind their hair blooming from silk kerchiefs. Not queens, but ghosts who hum down the hall on their curved fins sad as seahorses. Not all ghosts are mothers. I’ve counted them as I walk the beach. Some are herons wearing the moonrise like lace. Not lonely, but ghostly. They stalk the low tide … Read More Featured Poem: Ghosts
Featured Poem: Halloween
by Shannon Fox
By Arthur Peterson Out I went into the meadow, Where the moon was shining brightly, And the oak-tree’s lengthening shadows On the sloping sward did lean; For I longed to see the goblins, And the dainty-footed fairies, And the gnomes, who dwell in caverns, But come forth on Halloween. “All the spirits, good and evil, Fay and pixie, witch and wizard, On this night … Read More Featured Poem: Halloween
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