Marie Marchand
Sep 18, 2022
Benbulbin, Courtesy of Marie Marchand

this wind pellucid and fierce
stitching chaos in my mind

atop the green mountain roiling mist
above the churchyard ruin and lore

here I sway longingly my hair a blinding veil
reciting all I remember of Yeats

he speaks to me he pleads with me
Never understand the weeping of the world



Marie Marchand

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