
by Mell McDonnell
I
Threads and spools
liquifies
runs river-like—
mercury
in silver oxbows
circles
makes moat about the house
puddles, then
pools
II
Overflows moat
floods pool
breaks breakwater
runs, runnels, tunnels under
hours
days
weeks
months
plunges over
rocks, falls
rivets
to maelstrom’s
whirl
faster, deeper
churns:
sides slick as
oiled glass
deeper, deeper
hang tight
clench
branch, bow.
No, let go.
A feather
floats upward—
here’s Alice’s pool of tears
warm, salty
swim leisurely
in Alice’s company:
the mouse,
the duck,
the dog,
the dodo.
III
Up from salt pool,
drops pearl from forearms,
drip from fingertips
to springtime’s garden—
deepest and deeper green—
time’s vine twines,
moves the moment,
warps and bends toward
summer’s reckoning.
Mell McDonnell is a person of several careers–as an instructor in English at the University of New Orleans, as a freelance financial writer, and as marketing/public relations director for the Colorado Shakespeare Festival, University of Colorado, Boulder. She is a member of the Denver Women’s Press Club and Lighthouse Writers’ Workshop. Ms. McDonnell’s poetry appears in The Silver Edge (Leaping Berylians Society, Denver), Third Wednesday (Ann Arbor), and The Road Not Taken: The Journal of Formal Poetry. Sabiyha Prince is an anthropologist, artist, and author based in Washington, DC. Her books and essays explore urban change and African American culture, and her paintings and photo collages grapple with memory, identity, kinship and inequality.
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