I wrote these poems 4 or 5 years ago and just recently found them. Let me know what you think!!

Afterward

The marsh burned and rippled a painful green.

The boy peered from his window

And shuttered with it.

He hid his pale face

At the sight of the black figure

Wading in circles through the weeds.

Poem to Sylvia Plath

Rise Menstruation Moon:

Pour pools of shadow,

Light and lavender,

From your ancient mouth.

Traveler

Hunched, in dull black leather

Shoes, curled up at the toes,

And a worn blue sweatsuit,

He heaves himself ahead.

Hunched, under the sound of the sky at dusk,

He struggles to shield

His sunken, bearded face

And heaves himself ahead.

Portrait

Rivulets of shadow trickle forth

The family is gathered

Together

Three at Dusk

I wince at my window

To hear the lanky girl in the tight white shirt

Seduce the brazen boy with the swagger

While a lumpy shadow stands apart,

Shifting restlessly in silence.