POETRY

Below is a small selection of poems selected from Sharon Fryes “Blue Lamentations And other Noisy Scrawls”

Drag horse feathers

Behind yesteryears

Heaped end over end

In a pinewood box

My head lays on the soft folds

of her periwinkled apron,

draped across her ample lap.

I sniff Atlantic blue flowers-

come let’s sit

on the front porch

in pink morning air

savor coffee

She brought his mail each day at three.

He watched the clock hands position,

pointing in perpendicular lines.

He unfolded from leather chair

I am not content

to fade into yesterday’s

almanac, landing on a

shelf of dusty dreams,

I have cast away my idols

For a glimpse of holy feet

And heaved my golden bowls

Into the fire