CAROL LYNN GRELLAS |
|||
| return to contents | |
|||
Dance of the Deer A dance of the deer, through a field of mustard seed near the river, towards a filigreed gate. And the music played to a silent adagio where dahlias grew with Mexican sunflowers opened to landings of titmice and butterflies, easily perched on leafy grace each petal’s face, covering grass under a poppy sun. An entrance unchained, dance of the spirit; to run with the doe who kept near the mother, who sprightly pranced on ballet-legs, who loped to a canter that mimicked the heart, in its wildest beat, in its wildest beat, where the body was light, the mind winged free. A flight from bones, an eruption of joy from a catacomb place where pipistrelles slept and sadness bred, yet left that place to sprint with the deer, beyond the body, into a grove of trees.
Glossing Through She liked to say things like balderdash, until she chugged three shots of bourbon it was all about bullshit, finding the toilet rug, since even death was no excuse words of love were never spoken.
Copyright © 2009 Carol Lynn Grellas |
Carol Lynn Grellas is a two-time Pushcart nominee and the author of two chapbooks: Litany of Finger Prayers, from Pudding House Press and Object of Desire newly released from Finishing Line Press. She is widely published in magazines and online journals including most recently, The Centrifugal Eye, Oak Bend Review and deComp, with work upcoming in Breadcrumb Scabs, Past Simple and Best of Boston Literary Magazine. She lives with her husband, five children and a little blind dog who sleeps in the bathtub. Additional Resources |
||