Poem: Castaway

Rain clouds over Seattle skyline, photo by Christian Bobailla

 

Castaway

by Shannon Laws

 I am a yolk inside an egg
first light backlit behind mother’s skin
Morning glows gently
through her Texas accent

It’s about to rain in Seattle
Clouds dark-gray-pregnant with drops
hover over Yesler Way

Latin guitars labor heel slaps
against slats laid on the café floor,
serenade woodblock prints
balanced by wires against the red wall

Joker behind me gets up
throws something in the basket
It’s Wednesday afternoon
smashed into a ball
wasted

 


I learned I was born on a Wednesday. Such a quiet day to be abandoned, laid like an egg in a forest-floor nest, placed there for fate to guard but the world to devour.

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Poem: Monday Night and I Missed the Last Bus

 

 

street light images

 

Monday Night and I Missed the Last Bus

 

Sure stepping down the long south slope behind the college

pitch black out, the on-coming cars blind me, for a long

second the sidewalk disappears, each car tests me

walking by faith I believe the ground is still there

 

Sideway-rain covers my glasses

At a crossing I’m touched by the beauty of a street lamp

Standing guard, burning amber on everything directly below:

the street, a bush, a hedge, a ornamental cherry tree dropping heavy

I grab my phone to take a photo, as soon as it touches the wet air, it dies.

 

Now I am an island.

walking through the sleeping suburbs

nose pointed home.

 

Amazon Kindle: Madrona Grove

Hello readers!

Bongo roll please—

Glad to announce that my first book of poems

Madrona Grove: Poems Written Under the Canopy

is now available in print or Kindle on Amazon!

Click the title or the photo to get to the page in a snap

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Madrona Grove Now Available!

 

It took a few days to get it properly formatted, but it’s up and ready for purchase.   Excited to be able to offer my first book on Amazon.  Hoping to reach new readers.  

Please consider a copy as a gift for a friend, or as an addition to your poetic library; I fit nicely between Keats and Oliver.  *wink*  -SPL

ABOUT

POETRY: Shannon P. Laws, 2013 Mayor Arts Award winner, takes us on a stroll through the mind, heart and the mystery of dreams in her debut collection. Her poems, like a fine picnic laid out on a blanket in the shade of her beloved Madrona, reveal treasures that hide in everyday living. This majestic tree, native to her home on San Juan Island, has a skin like bark, alive to the touch. They act as a sentry on her journey through ancient emotions and primal urges that stir within.

 

 

Poetry: Droplet

All the rain is making me think about this poem from 2010:


Sitting with a warm cup
sipping down the chamomile
looking up in awe
at the droplets drop
Abstract cutouts of dark trees
create the stage
so I can view you
descending from a silvery cloud
What of that one drop?
Where were you born?
You came from the sky
riding on a morning storm
Where do you live?
You go into the earth
watering a tree
Do you live in the tree?
Where is your home?
In the river as it
slithers back into the ocean
Do you live in the river?
Evaporated by the suns warmth
shrinking you down to mist
floating up to heaven
Are you dying or going home?
Back to the cloud you go
rising up and reborn
only to fall again
when a rain drop you become
Where do you live rain drop?
in the cloud
in the tree
in the river
…in me.