"Mirror and Shadows" and other work by M. Kelly Peach
Mirror and Shadows
In the inky shadows
a dark, frightened horse whinnies.
Pooh asks the question and I answer,
“What scars?”
I would rather
s
t
a
b
t
h
e
mirror.
A bridge unused spans
c
r
throeing shadows,
s
s
e
s
over
and finds the
e
d
g
e.
With a razor k
or shard of r o e
b n
mirror
would be neater,
except for the rush of
beckoning silver-black
c a n a l water.
The Plangent Whimperings (of my Youth)
The grain has entered
my brain.
Think I will apply some torque
put it in a formula
and crank it.
​
I laid my head to
your breast only
and cried the tears all but missed.
No longer ours, my hurt
speedily dried.
​
It’s wine I like and wanting
somebody to help
me drink my beer. I know I never
hunt, I just want somebody to walk
here in the woods.
​
If behind them, each and
every syllable,
there be no truth, then surely
are they just words? Merely
the air we breathe.
​
The wound sometimes never
heals. I’m bleeding
inside my head constantly but
all that shows is the red
in my eyes.
​
​
We had a spring, our when all was
new and green
and we had to know looking, all sources.
The rills running clear and clean,
down past the years.