Martha Rhodes

Poems By Martha Rhodes

It Being Forbidden

John

This May Be

  Martha Rhodes

This May Be

This may be the room you lived in,
But do not fill it, tiny ghost. Do not fill
The blooming shadow we call “our garden.”
Grey-faced One, go somewhere else
and do not fill these winter flowers, do not fill
this drying sea sponge, do not stand beside
our bed tonight, do not fill our ears with glitter.


MOTHER QUIET (Zoo Press, 2004)

 

 

 

 

 

 
         
    Poetry Center Reading:
    Spring 2010