Lee Ann Schaffer
Lee Ann Schaffer Poems
|41.||Butterfly On Bruise||3/13/2005|
|42.||We Shall Be||3/14/2005|
|46.||Mean Mistress Moon||3/13/2005|
|47.||Growth, Overgrowth, Undergrowth||3/14/2005|
|48.||A Teacher's Prayer For The Lost Children||3/24/2005|
|49.||Hades To Persephone||5/8/2008|
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Mean Mistress Moon
My head had howled
With the words whirling
Through it that night
As we sailed swiftly
Along the highway.
Wishing, waiting words
Wanting to be set free
To mingle and merge with yours;
But they were stymied
All I could do was watch her with you.
I could never touch you as she did.
She made your hair shimmer
As she ran her fingers through it.
Her caresses set your face aglow
And made your eyelashes glimmer.
She slid down your arm
And danced on your fingers
On the steering wheel.
Wrapping you in her luminous embrace,
Ophelia, Part Two
Under the water
It doesn’t feel wet.
It just feels heavy
I won’t come up.