Marie Marchand

Photo by Josep Molina Secall on Unsplash

Your bright
soundscapes
generate

a remedy
for uninspired
hearts.

Blest by vespers
the restive muse
rustles

in willowy
crescendos of
your song.

Rhythms flutter.
Imaginings
awaken as

melodies collide
in manifold
climaxes.

Every note
a salvific
breath

transcending
pandemic
grief.

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Graphic created by the author

I happened to be in the grocery store
the moment I gave up for good.

An elderly woman paused in passing
and as if she could see the mound
of broken ribs in my mind
said to me:

“It’s time to shed your stone, Atlas.”

Her tone and delivery were…

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Image courtesy of Marie Marchand

caught in moontides
at twilight
briny seawater
scrubs & sears
my lungs

a hypnotic pulse
illumines the shore
my beacon

you pull me from
the noose of
shipwreck nets
& frothwaves

stitch me together
pin roses in my hair
& make me beautiful

cortisol rivulets
dig troughs
in my brain
from past schisms…

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Photo by Yoann Boyer on Unsplash

Wind whispers in the
labyrinthine hollows of

my ears. A whoosh of sea
sounds, waves overtaking my

fissured frame. I’m listening.
Which secrets? The ones

we crafted together?
Or those you brought

already gift-wrapped?
I’m listening.

All I wanted was for
you to touch me

in the language of
aliveness, to…

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Marie Marchand

Marie Marchand

Poet Laureate of Ellensburg, WA. Author of Gifts to the Attentive forthcoming from Winter Goose Publishing. mishiepoet.com @mishiepoet