Sian's Poetry

Blasting the hell out of first publication rights... Because I can.

Here are a couple more, with horrible formatting, just because I've been neglecting you all shamelessly lately.

History Teacher


Roaring through the still open door
Into the now silencing room
All fury, and grumble, and flash;
There’s the first jarring boom.
Bellowing, Puffing, and darkening,
            Blows past the students,
Lightning, now, and thunder and rain
In hard driving torrents.
There’s flooding in the low-lands,
And still the waters pound.
In the wind, in the gale force wind,
Trees bow to the ground


Today walk away trembling,
Today, they shudder in fear.

But they’ll remember forever,
And later they’ll ask one another,

Still in awe, “Remember Miss Mackey?

Forever
Sleeping, snuggled under soft blankets, snoozing,
with the Saturday morning funnies on TV,
my lover and I lie, waiting for the sun
to warm our chilly toes.
Bugs Bunny bounces in eternal youth
across the TV screen.
We are always young, together, never old, never
sick, or dying, never unhappy…
We are complete, together, wrapped around our
selves, and tucked in,
where the world is not.
We are, and that is all,
two, and one, and forever, and
enough for both…
For sixty-three years, we have been young,
watching Bugs Bunny with kids, and grand
kids, and then their children, too.
Now, it is always us—and only us--but never alone.
We will be young forever, forever, forever,
with eternities to spare.
This has always been Heaven.

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