Grouse Song
In many traditions, the grouse is a symbol of the spiral dance to the heart of mystery. Here she is also an offering to my own limping, arthritic joints. Grouse Continue Reading →
Category Archives: Poems – Ruth Thompson
Snake Swing
Snake Swing I’m trying to get a little shuteye under this tree but the snake insists on talking, hanging from her tail & forking her tongue at me. Its time Continue Reading →
The White Queen
The White Queen Comes the White Queen worrying and hurrying to keep up and losing her hairpins. Mind pieces slip out of their sockets. Because it is all held together Continue Reading →
Myopia in the Afternoon
Myopia in the Afternoon What landscape is this? My flesh curving over your bones, pectoral swell under my cheek, darkness of tangled fur, and beyond that, the wet angled branch Continue Reading →
Fat Time
Fat Time Under purest ultramarine the raised goblets of trees overrun with gold. We should be reeling drunk and portly as groundhogs through these windfalls of russet, citron, bronze, Continue Reading →