All white light and yellow braids
astride small prehistoric ponies;
into the abyss.
Father Odin - expecting miracles and burials.
Lady Lazarus / Red-plumed Phoenix.
They are Rhys, Rich and Browning
the shredded rainbow grouper
a symbol -
Plath in the oven
the tired mothers;
endless survivors -
they are so loving and so angry.
They are in
my head -
deep in my cochlea
They are me:
dodging my own sparks and lightning
Streaking across open meadows
burning like Hellfire
with the acrid smell of death in my nose
to bring the words home.
About Elisabeth Horan
Elisabeth Horan is a poet, mother, student, lover of kind people and animals, homesteading in Vermont with her tolerant partner and two young sons. She hopes the earth can withstand us and that humans may learn to be more kind to each other and to Mother Nature.
She has recently been featured at Quail Bell Magazine, Dying Dahlia Review and The Murmur House. Elisabeth is a 2018 MFA Candidate at Lindenwood University and teaches at River Valley Community College in New Hampshire.
Follow her @ehoranpoet.