My second poem is up at The Chaotic Review. It’s a poem for Emily Dickinson and is close to my heart. There are a few poets that helped me first love poetry, and she’s definitely at the top of the list.
“A SIMPLE Child, / That lightly draws its breath, / And feels its life in every limb, / What should it know of death?”
Called back, she slipped quiet
into the longest length of sleep –
quiet enough to hear the buzz
of an insect’s paper wings.
Stoic stillness, a marble statue –
soul and matter merged,
unlike neglected memorials –
initialed stone preserved.
Slipped through fields, beyond
the barn – carried by six Irishmen –
in infant white with violets
and a blushed cypripedium.
None are forbidden by Death –
an ungrown spirit when alive,
promoted to Empress when past –
the dying eye saw an act of light.
*for Emily Dickinson (16 lines)
Justin’s Note: I promised you more from the great Trish Hopkinson, and I always deliver! If you’re interested, check out her website https://trishhopkinson.com/.