Miki Byrne Poems
|81.||Chain Of Evidence||2/23/2015|
|82.||By The Beach Fire.||2/23/2015|
|85.||A Sharp Rebuke.||12/5/2014|
|86.||Ants In My Friends' House.||12/8/2014|
|87.||Arboretum In Sunlight||12/8/2014|
|88.||As I Walk Through Birmingham.||12/8/2014|
|90.||About Edna St. Vincent Millay.||12/5/2014|
|91.||Christening At St. Mary Magdalene's||2/23/2015|
Christening At St. Mary Magdalene's
In the church, sunlight slants through coloured saints.
Paints the floor in rainbows. A flower sentry
made by earnest ladies, stands tall by the door, Scents the air
with its blooms. The child, offered to Christ, waves a pudgy hand.
Starfish fingers flex. Waved artfully in a burgeoning spirit
of performance. She grins a tiny-toothed mouth, oblivious to all
but the adoration. While a bored boy chews gum and an Aunt
remarks sotto-voce about lack of respect.
Men in funeral suits sit in unaccustomed smartness,
with dandruff speckled shoulders and a finger ...
A Dream With Conscience.
The dream breathed out a sigh.
Saddened by its dark form.
It could not choose its clothing
when emerging from its random
nightly birth. Its nightmarish garb
had caused a lake of fear and its
guilt was a sharp probe needling
under its skin. As it flowed away