Friday, July 31, 2015

of wolves and fury.


I am wary of contentment.

a cloaked black wolf from the dream
her feet tough and dirty
from miles and miles of running
through swamps to arrogant mountain tops
back again, through the fire
that she started

I am wary of confinement.

speak softly and choose your words
before you touch my head,
prove me wrong
give me your air and open the door
stroke the tender vestiges of unfurling
hidden behind my teeth

I am suspicious, but not afraid.



© 7.31.2015 heather brager

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

high water mark.



would he recognize her
passing by
on the street

a blurred apparition in
his peripheral vision
a negative of the quiet
remaining memories

she is no longer captive
beneath his ribcage

remnants of her hair
her poetry
and her smell

washed away
by another trip
to the sea



© 7.29.2015 heather brager