Ghost songs

Ghost songs

Cities hoard their dead,
layers of clay and
memory, paving stones and
fossilized teeth
Streets echo their winding
lament as feet trace dervish
circles; evade the wail
of sirens, the apathetic
murmur of caged harbor sea.
Stray into alleys
of ghost songs.
Heels touch bone,
lungs breathe air exhaled
by millions.

 

Samantha has been in love with poetry since she stole her mother’s old college textbook of English poetry from the bookshelf at age 10. Poetry speaks to her of the archaeology of the psyche, the strata of loneliness and desire inside all of us, and the equally strong ache to be fully seen. Samantha is a Northern California native, and lives on the foggy redwood coast of Santa Cruz while working in education in Silicon Valley.

Cadaqués, Spain

Cadaqués, Spain

Color of sea, color of cloud
It will rain later, the fishermen say
the vastness of blue
broken by white
buildings, red boat,
lingering glow of almost
sleeping sun.
The cathedral is on fire.
Burning light within
catches the fading rose of daylight
on whitewashed walls.
Wind ruffles glassy harbor surface,
spray of waves beat stone,
dampen the evening air.
A memory of rain
a premonition.

 

Samantha has been in love with poetry since she stole her mother’s old college textbook of English poetry at age 10. Poetry speaks to her of the archaeology of the psyche, the strata of loneliness and desire inside all of us, and the equally strong ache to be fully seen. Samantha is a Northern California native, and lives on the foggy redwood coast of Santa Cruz while working in education in Silicon Valley.

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