Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Linda Blaskey's "Shipping Creek Farm, 3:12 A.M." #poemaday #NationalPoetryMonth

--from the archives of The Broadkill Review
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Shipping Creek Farm, 3:12 A.M.

Lying on her side in the bed
she looks out into the night.

She sees her own countenance
reflected in the window pane

but knows the water
is out there, large.

She tries to dream
that she is paddling a canoe

to that little crescent of land
just over there.  It beckons

like an embrace, and she is sure
that’s where butterflies land

on sunflowers, open and close
their wings with a certain melancholy.

There are some things
that she just knows – like

how you can’t force a dream;
that broken plates can be mended

but are never the same; that he
will soon leave.  She can feel it

in how he turns his back to her
in sleep, the way he eats breakfast

behind newspapers. She already misses
the tiny scar, new-moon shaped,

that rests on the blade of his shoulder.

--Linda Blaskey writes both poetry and short prose.  Her short story, The Haircut, was dramatically presented in Philadelphia by InterAct Theatre’s Writing Aloud!  Her chapbook, Farm, won the Dogfish Head Poetry Prize and placed first in Delaware Press Association’s Communications Contest.  She was recently awarded a fellowship grant from Delaware Division of Arts in the established poet category. She lives on a small horse farm with her husband and an accidental herd of goats.

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