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"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 b
ridge 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.

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