beneath the skirts of time lie others come before
a tilt of head catching light, echoing another
the furrow of brow or speed of stride
something just there—smudged between freckles
behind the eyes you carry lie others come before
breathing soft air alongside you and
wondering at the world your fingertips touch
and in your bones they sing again
Listen to a recording of this poem here.
Author Anne Farrer is a poet, essayist and self-proclaimed critic-at-large. She lives by the sea and dreams about a certain crow.
A mythical “Romeo & Juliet-like” ghazal explores the many states of grace.
When you dream your teeth are falling out like crumbled almonds what do you do? You write a poem about it and post it on your website.
This short poem combines sound and myth to imagine a boat at sea experiencing a tempestuous squall.
With respect and acknowledgement that I work and reside on the unceded traditional territory of the K’ómoks First Nation, the traditional keepers of this land.
© Anne Farrer 2023 All rights reserved.
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