All Time is Now

I danced with the wind last night
watched bits of gold in the sky
saw the leaves reflect purple in the pond
sat in a tree and screeched with the owls
watched slumbering children
grimace as visions of ogres
beset their dreams
felt the bulbs beneath the earth
struggle to rise
break through the earth
to breathe in the sun
I flew over the ocean
watched glistening mermaids
cavort in the waves hidden by night

I returned to childhood
touched my mother
pushing my carriage through the streets
saw the tiger lilies along the tracks
heard the clanging of the wheels
as we went over the coarse roads

I saw my father pruning his roses
plucking a giant beefsteak tomato off its stalk
saw him eating cake by the kitchen window
the sun reflecting blue in his black hair

The mourning dove cooed
I hung up my wings prepared for the day


ABQ  10/16

Photo: ©Julie Anderson All Rights Reserved



Andrea Quigley

*This is my first publication in an on-line journal. I started writing poetry in high school to ward off the weltschmerz of adolescence. As my writing continued, I developed literature courses, marketing plans, journals and workshops during my professional career, editing hundreds of essays and creative writing along the way. My love of poetry led me to study at The Skidmore Writing Institute, The Universty of Massachusetts Joiner Center, and The Cape Cod Writers Center. I have been published in 3 anthologies, as well as local newspapers and I have given readings in New York, Cambridge, Massachusetts, Cape Cod as well as Martha’s Vineyard, where I currently live. I am an active member of the Cleaveland House Poets, The Poets Collaborative, and The Poetry Society - all on Martha’s Vineyard.

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