FA Chain Study 2 by Sara Kerr
In honor of National Poetry Month, enjoy two poems written by Assistant Editor Lauren Miller.
Magic is modern hysteria,
but sometimes I like to touch a flower,
watch it bloom,
and proclaim I’m a sorcerer. I am ravaged
with tears when it wilts. Life has never felt more precious
than in the palm of my hand.
The yellow flower, the warm cheek,
the balmy hand, the brown strands. All too
fragile for such a tragic end.
Sometimes I ask myself if anything
could nurse the flower back to life.
I know the answer.
But I would rather feel another’s embrace
and watch the flower die
than be called a witch.
A kingdom without a crown is sufficient.
It is the ruler who makes the kingdom
wither. Without the essence of poverty’s breath,
the stature of a person who has never seen grace
is crooked like a straight line.
When you’re running out of time,
don’t forget to drown.