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Cover Photo: ‘Winter’s End’
by Randall Fraser
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Winter's End
Your touch claims
to discover crocus petals,
pussywillows all over me.
Your kisses insist
there are blueberries
everywhere.
When you hold me like this
every small and migrating bird
native to me
takes flight.
In the Mountain Forest with Randall
We followed the path across the river,
saw tiger lilies
as orange as nylon tents.
It was more
a series of fresh air kisses
than a hike, really.
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Your Eyes
What colour are your eyes
from the inside?
Hold Me Tight
When you hold me at night
hips, knees and arms angled
and we fall, flying,
into rest and dreams,
we are not spoons.
We are lightning bolts.
Hold fast as we crack
through the dimensions to other realms
where you fly, and I battle,
until exhausted, we subside into morning,
consciousness gathering like dew.
Our astonishment at survival, at returning
to this day, this kiss.
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Dreams of the Wild Light
Gusts of feral light
sweep into the room
swirl and eddy.
High pressure masses of radiance
charge and frighten
the low pressure,
domesticated dusk and shadows
Lightning and sunrises
rain down the bookshelves
We gasp and choke on lung-ripping flares.
All our secrets gleaming through our skin.
Prime Numbers
Waking to the fresh scent
of prime numbers,
a lingering dream of the alien matrices -
comprehension dissolves.
Secret chords
transcribed in the sunbeam
warm the duvet.
I almost remember the instrument
that can play them.
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Margaret W. Field © 2022
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Margaret W. Field has had poems published in journals including Canadian Literature, Event, and Snapdragon Journal. One of her chapbooks, The Sapphire Morpho, won the bp nichol Chapbook Award, and an animated film created of one of her poems was shown in the Gotta Minute film festival.