Poems by Irene Marcuse from the Moonjuice II Anthology

 

 

clothes on the line

weeds in the garden

storm clouds of things undone

blot out the thin winter sunshine


 

 

I want

        the highs and lows

to be maudlin and melodramatic

trip, and fall,

        and get back up again

I want to feel more

breathe air so pure it hurts

plunge back to earth

        suck and root

raise branches to the sky

I want to know the axe that fells me.