13 January 2007

Carol Peters

[from Muddy Prints, Water Shine]


Before she learns mourning
a girl discovers black horses,

black bees, a blossom’s groin,
grackles and sunflower seeds.

A swollen moon, wafer-thin,
rises in a milk-blue sky.

The nature of water is to run.
Grass roots in mud.

The wafer forced between her lips
clings to the roof of her mouth

where she can’t taste
or say, at first, what happened.

Collared doves settle and gasp
while a nightingale learns singing.

[broadcast on The Countdown, miPOradio, February 2007]

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  1. Hello, Carol:

    Been trying to reach you here for a few days now. Chinese internet access difficulties...

    Anyhow, would love to use this poem for the next THE COUNTDOWN, if you're game. Would you be able to record it?

  2. Bob,

    Did you get my emails?

    - Carol