Shirley Alexander Poems
- Something From The Woman I Lef... 1978, the seventh ...
- Tricking The Reaper The land has many spirits. They see us; ...
- More Than She Knew She sits by a bright, bare window in a ...
- Here In The Life Of An Unknown... I am not the woman people...
- Presents From Jim Nineteen sixty-nine. The autumn fair was in...
- My Position He said I sleep like an unborn child, naked, ...
- Character Structure In winter, bones of this land are laid ...
Shirley Alexander lives in Crawford GA. Her poetry, short fiction, photography, and art have appeared in numerous local and regional publications.
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Something From The Woman I Left Behind
the seventh anniversary of our marriage
we spent the night in a van,
on top of Brasstown Bald mountain.
He slipped a pistol under the mattress
and said we would be safe
Vandals wear many disguises
and the violated learns, eventually,
to recognize the mask.
wrapped in my own arms,
the scent of his whiskey on my neck,
bruises on bare trembling legs;
I stood naked before the moon.
In cold October air,
had to find my way back
© Shirley Alexander