Thursday, June 20, 2013

Two poems by Dawnell Harrison

Freshly plucked
Her maiden mouth lay
Pinned on her like
Freshly plucked red
Rose petals.
Her love is gathered
And split into the unwinding
Dark like the dust
Of a rock’s quarry.
Her boundless heart sets
Fire to the stars as they
Blazed into the midnight fury.
Disappointment has another mouth
To feed in the dark asylum
Of her heart.
She reaches up to find
The sky starless and motherless.
In the silent still of the night
She reaches for innocent fingertips
And finds her hands broken and without.
Dawnell Harrison has been published in over 100 magazines and journals including The Endicott Review, Fowl Feathered Review, The Bitchin' Kitsch, Vox Poetica, Queen's Quarterly, The Vein, Word Riot, Iconoclast, Puckerbrush Review, Nerve Cowboy, Mobius, Absinthe: A journal of poetry, and many others.

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