Issue 3,  Poetry

If you could see my memories by Juliette Sebock

If you could see my memories
You’d see a toddler pointing at a cloud
That doubles as a bird in flight;
A soldier falling, 
Flying from a whirlpool off the bridge;

Cars crashing, 
Cloud of smoke
Clearing like a deer on the run;

Polka dots and tight
Peach pants;
A cherry cough drop
Resting on a pillow top; 
Blue-tinged mushrooms
On a damp, too-small bed;

A tiny shoe;
A felted sheep; 
A floating peace; 

A loaded gun,
Sniping from a tower 
Beyond the sea;

Closed doors;
Nightmare scenes; 

Crimson stains in 
Seas of white;
Windows billowing
on Stratford streets; 
Dreamscapes twisted; 
Misremembered or
Blocked from memory; 

Purple scars 
In blood-red lace; 
Bruised neck; 
Mascara streaks;

And other things too dark
For anyone to see. 


Juliette Sebock is the author of Mistakes Were Made and has work forthcoming in a variety of publications. She is the founding editor of Nightingale & Sparrow and runs a lifestyle blog, For the Sake of Good Taste. When she isn’t writing (and sometimes when she is), she can be found with a cup of coffee and her cat, Fitz.

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