Amy Pollard- Three Poems

The Pieta

Dismantled,

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

Answers

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 amyspen.blogspot.com.