"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.