Pulled from Gray

 


Bottled Moon

She poured moonlight

into a bottle, dream elixir,

perfume of wishes to place

on her temples to protect her

in the shadow winter of grief.

©Susie Clevenger 2022

Dandelion Skin

I’m the wish grown from dandelion bouquets,

and shades of moonlight.

Rebellion’s child bold in yellow petals

formed in stony fields of secrets.

©Susie Clevenger 2022


Apple in Water Tower Town

I’m an apple in a water tower town.

A sister serpent who doesn’t garden

with a Bible or submit to a rib.

 

Branded a witch with banned book wings

I collect whispers in journals and judgement in ink.

 

From the highest peak of narrow, I see what the faithful won’t hear.

I’m in the left of right and preacher’s scape goat sermon Jezebel.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2022

The Sunday Muse #219

Comments

  1. qbitJuly 17, 2022 at 1:50 PM

    "I’m an apple in a water tower town." - that is awesome!!!

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  2. C. SandlinJuly 17, 2022 at 3:31 PM

    This is stunning.

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  3. Carrie BurttJuly 17, 2022 at 3:50 PM

    Each of these beautiful poems speak to my heart but my favorite is Dandelion Skin. I am so glad you are writing Susie! Your poetry speaks to all broken hearts!

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  4. kaykualaJuly 17, 2022 at 10:26 PM

    Love all the 3 poems Susie It is a real accomplishment to have all three images privileged with a poem each.

    Hank

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  5. HelenJuly 18, 2022 at 12:56 PM

    There will be profound poetry in you ... for as long as you draw breath.

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  6. Linda Lee LybergJuly 18, 2022 at 3:10 PM

    This is stunning Susie.

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  7. ms_liliJuly 18, 2022 at 6:10 PM

    powerful trio of verse, Susie.

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  8. purplepeninportland.comJuly 23, 2022 at 6:04 PM

    Oh, that last one is a stunner, Susie!

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