Poetry – Page 3 – Stacey Murphy _

Coretta

A Poem on Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday in honor of Coretta Scott King, his widow

Alone on a full charter bus at nineteenshe leaned a warm cheek against the glassto feel the bone-cold outsidecrystals forming near her breathstaring into the firstmoments of the dayafter Christmas.Speeding southbound throughstars and towns, the familydinner long cold behind her;had they yet cleared Virginia?She looked over the meadows to thedistant ranch house roofs,long low rowsContinue reading “lights chasing each other”

Winter Solstice 2020

I’ve never seen snow do this before this morning! Science creating the appearance of magic is one of my favorite things. And an hour after taking this picture on my back porch, it was gone. Light to all…

Hanukkah Poem and Book News

When I wrote this poem, my mom tucked a copy of it in a Hanukkah card for her friend, Marlene. When she told me, it was a sweet reminder that we never really know how far, or where, our words can reach.

Shorter on Mercy

One injured gooseleft behind at Third Damno flock mates in sightshe swam through the gloamright wing splayed, not tucked in,head down as a plane flew overand I said a prayerthat she recover soonfly off, find a new flock,or become a lucky breakfor a young coyotelearning to hunt,wishing either outcome swift.November’s night shadows lengthenNovember’s days growContinue reading “Shorter on Mercy”