By Robin Locke
Winter Drowsiness
Inside heavy limbs tucked beneath blankets Outside heavy limbs tucked beneath snow Cup of tea in hand I wait in warmth with the sleeping earth to wake up again and bloom
Crying Out to Blue
Bird spreads its wings, Flies high in the sky, lifts its head, Cries out to blue.
I Draw Myself a Bath In an Attempt to Refill my Soul
To pour something warm Into the hole inside Of my trembling heart
The Weight Of Water
When I was little we lived in an apartment complex with two pools Sometimes I would let myself sink Linger till my toes wrinkled Lungs on fire for air Water shattered light Gold shards clattering soundlessly to concrete I liked the weight of it all, you see Three hundred tons of blue Suffocation / A perfect illusion Except, when we moved away I quit swimming
Robin Locke is a short story writer and poet. Their work has been published in Bombfire, Ansible Short Story Collection, Across The Margin and elsewhere on the material plane. Her website is https://www.robinlocke.com/
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