Grief – Yvonne Gaskill

 

And there were days

Days when my chest screamed

My blood wept

And I choked on my own pain.

 

Days like empty glasses

Cold, cutting, cavernous.

 

And there were days

Days I felt so small

I could have slipped through pavement cracks

My skin so thin.

 

Days like vacant tombs,

Diminishing, decreasing, dying.

 

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An English graduate, Yvonne has always enjoyed creative writing, particularly poetry. Recent bereavements have led her to write more as a kind of therapy. A journalist for more than 30 years in print and broadcasting, Yvonne covered everything from terrorist attacks to celebrity interviews. She reported and presented on regional TV and radio stations and also for national news networks in the UK.

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February 21, 2021 by foxglovejournal Categories: Poetry, UncategorizedTags: blood, cold, creative, creativity, days, death, empty, feeling, glasses, grief, loss, memories, pain, poem, Poetry, scream, skin, small, time, tombs, weeping, writing, Yvonne Gaskill 1 Comment

Tropical Air – Mark Danowsky

 

Go to a matinee movie

in South Florida

 

just to exit

when the air has changed

 

it’s unplaceable—

a feeling you could get used to

 

Mark Danowsky is a poet from Philadelphia. His poems have appeared in About Place, Cordite, Gargoyle, Gravel, Right Hand Pointing, Shot Glass Journal, Subprimal, and elsewhere. Mark is Managing Editor for the Schuylkill Valley Journal and Founder of the poetry coaching and editing service VRS CRFT.

August 3, 2017 by foxglovejournal Categories: PoetryTags: air, American, change, creative, creativity, elements, exit, experience, feeling, Florida, Mark Danowsky, movie, PA, Pennsylvania, Philadelphia, poem, Poetry, sensation, South, tropical, unplaceable, US, writing Leave a comment