Erotica author, aka Elspeth Potter, on Writing from the Inside

Friday, July 2, 2010

Brenda Shaughnessy, "Miracles"


I spent the whole day
crying and writing, until
they became the same,

as when the planet covers the sun
with all its might and still
I can see it; or when one dead

body gives its heart
to a name on a list. A match.
A light. Sailing a signal

flare behind me for another to find.
A scratch on the page
is a supernatural act, one twisting

fire out of water, blood out of stone.
We can read us. We are not alone.

— Brenda Shaughnessy

The Nation 290:24, June 21, 2010

Thanks to T., who brought this poem to my attention.

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