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These seven seven-line poems go with the short story The Singing Spell. The subjects relate to the story, and the first letters of each line spell out the poem’s title. It’s not a form I usually work in, but I thought it would be fun to try something different. These poems now appear in Meteor Mags: The Second Omnibus.
PATCHES
Pressed close to the ground,
a solitary huntress hungers
to taste what scurries and forages unaware.
Calico colors—brown, black, and white—
hide her in the sun-dappled forest floor.
Everything comes down to
survival.
BILLION
Before history,
I knew you
like a light or a
lyric or the
iridescence of a hummingbird.
Only now,
nothing separates us.
NEBULAE
Nurseries of infant stars,
expectant giants and
black holes hungering for birth,
ushered into a theater of
light and violent gravity where
all who ever lived await
eternity’s epilogue.
MINERAL
Maybe next time,
I come back a stone.
Nowhere to go or
escape, just
rock.
Alabaster.
Limestone.
SERPENT
Sometimes you need to shed
everything to find the
right skin.
Pent-up explosions
emerge as something new.
No one ever mourned
the cell she escaped.
FORTUNE
Fate remains silent,
only speaking in unsolved mysteries.
Road signs vanish, and
travelers lose their way
until that unexpected
night, when
everything at last makes sense.
HIGHWAY
How we got here
is less important than why.
Go as far as your
heart can take you, and
when you reach the
arid edge of time,
you will find me.
Mars Will Send No More 