The heavy smell of hot, wet clothing; winter dressed people in a crowded bus. Lucky she’d got a seat. That would have been too much. Standing for an hour after trudging around all day. Her feet were tired. She ached right up to her thighs. Never did have strong legs. Born on a farm, born … Continue reading
Author Archives: Melodie Corrigall
The Period of Soon
He arrived too early. Much too early. He was always a bit overanxious. The worried type. He was alone, of course. Standing alone on one particular spot. He waited halfheartedly. He knew it was too early to begin seriously waiting. He had been afraid that contrary to all schedules and recorded data it might by … Continue reading
Dreams Lost
Once pots of earth
carried miles
in strawberry baskets
“and Susan shall have
a new hat.” Continue reading
Yellow Song
I see the yellow song upon my paper
the colour of the sun or the
centre of a daisy
petals down
The Form the Same
To love you, is to elect
open heart surgery
without benefit of
anesthetic
for a body which otherwise
would survive
plenty of uneventful days
with minimum exertion. Continue reading
The Children
All her children are dead children
but some still follow her
like thin shadows
clutching at her aching legs
as she walks along the back streets
small, faded sweaters
patched jeans
tattered dresses Continue reading
Mrs. X
Mrs. X, her name was strange and long,
broke one night out of her dingy, foul-smelling
second floor room
and proceeded to throw all manner of things
eggs, tomatoes, dirty glasses and finally a chair
at her husband, hiding in the vestibule below Continue reading
For The Best
When I asked in trepidation
and waited for another answer
you only glanced at me
so now we both know
and soon must admit it Continue reading
Flying
“You don’t look a day older,”
he glows amiably.
Which is true.
I have a youthful face.
And being a sport,
I respond in kind. Continue reading
Bread a Loan
those who are better business men
than I
offered a price
4 my country
they called it by a longer word
than sold Continue reading