Thursday, December 27, 2012

Amy Pollard- Three Poems

The Pieta

With ropes, pulleys, hammers;
Her heart screams into silence,
Her lungs stretched thin
As rugs beaten dry;

Her dirt-crusted fingers
Clutch the white body;
The veins of her hands turn
Pink, red, purple;
Little does she know—
His embrace is tighter than hers


I prayed for inspiration
You sent a gold finch

I prayed for amazement
You sent a lightning storm

I prayed for peace
You sent a river

I prayed for redemption
You sent a shovel and a fistful of earth

(First published in Eunoia Review)

You are

Shackled to earth, I wander
Rugged, broken, restless
No compass in this yellow-brown
Expanse of my pockmarked soul
Time gnaws my wrists and ankles
Death drums as she always does
You shatter the silence and
Call me by name
My soul crumbles
I am fleeting—

You are.

Bio: Amy Pollard is a poet, writer and student. Her poetry has appeared in publications such as Emerge Literary Journal, Eunoia Review and The 5-2: Crime Poetry Weekly. In her spare time, she drinks coffee, makes music and watches black-and-white movies. For more information, visit

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