2010 – Mary Elizabeth Parker – Well

Poetry selection from the 2010 issue

Mary Elizabeth Parker

Down the abandoned well
lie the bones of small things
dead in drought,
skittered over the lip to
nose the last
rainwater film.

Roses thread up
from the now-rich muck.
Scavenging insects
hang jet beads against
the well’s white stone throat.

Thirty years of no words
trapped inside like
pomegranate seed
but the scent of
roses and milk
still threads the breast.

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