ISSUE 3: WINTER 2016 / LOS ANGELES POETS / POETRY

“Periwinkles are for the Dead” by Melora Walters

BY MELORA WALTERS

despair

Darkness II-Despair

Periwinkles Are for the Dead,

tomatillos birth air filled egg sacs
that the fruit grows into-

stigmata the opening for new eyes

no, promises cannot be kept

flowers
not ever the same
cut from a plant in the garden
perfume heavy to the point of nausea

promises

the squash plants
with the banana fruit, one hollowed out
a little more each day
the climbing one with trails of big flowers,
paper made yellow tissue
gone the next day,

promises

gone the next day

tissues

promise me

cut open and pushed aside
stigmata blossom of red

rose flowers dried to milky brown
still on the stem, stopped in mid burst
as though hit by the frost,
only it was the heat-

lotus from the mud
lotus from the gutter
lotus from the dirt
lotus from the shame
lotus from the fear

lotus eyes that come up

and open
awaken
the eye opens
from a long dark sleep
still trailing from it
roots dipped in it
to feed

lost promises on small wads of paper
earlier folded and licked shut
to hold a wish
a prayer,
a promise

promises

now shreds in a hummingbird’s nest
where one egg was kicked out
and the other hatched one day
and dead the next
the head resting on the side
eye still shut

a round spot
the nest
a stigmata
on the branch of the rose bush
the arm of the rose bush
the promise in the rose bush

promises.

 


Melora’s art has been shown in Los Angeles, New York, and Berlin. She is also an actress. Her poetry has been published by Writ Large Press, Finishing Line Press, DRYLAND, Enclave/CCM-Entropy, and Serpentine Press. She has two children, Tom and Joanna.

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