Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography


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New Moon

A night sorely spent
Weighed down by blistered knees
Bearing the blunt of every last cigarette

Burnt is the dawn
From which time knows no return
As the moon lays her head
On the end of the dangling sun

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – January 24, 2014


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In My Last Hour

Spare me the leisure
For I am far from fond of comfort

Take down the rows of China
Bring the lilacs from the garden

Put the curtains out to dry
Let the fire simmer freely

Open all the windows
Hang the birdcage from the ceiling

Pour the garlic from the chalice
Stamp my letters with the date

And please be sure to listen
To not a word of what I say

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – February 22, 2014