Featured Poet: March 2010 Vol. 3 #3
Sarah McCartt-Jackson
McCartt-Jackson hails from the
Interlude – (for Domestication)
These moments happen. Suddenly –
a stitch drops off
the needle, bares cold the metal.
Those clacking sounds. Cease.
And when you look through
yourself in the mirror, the silver
sheet is only an ugly face. A thin lip.
A pleat creased,
starched into another pant leg.
There is no lace
in the hinge of your knee.
But there is yes
flat as linoleum, yes graver
than a diamond,
Yes in a cattail grating
on the sleeve of a reed.
~originally appeared in Monolith
Double Wedding Ring
The water surges and raises the silt,
which lines the valley bellies with yellow slurry.
As mud eddies inside the hearth
and coagulates the fireplace ashes,
Ora remembers her own wedding
like sweeping a broom through bloodroot,
their marriage the splink
of rust-warm rain on a tin roof,
his touch like goldenrod pollen
in the small space between her legs.
Her yes was the bell of jonquil cones,
his voice a hubcap rattling with gravel.