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2 poems by Katy Naylor “Reflections” and “Flight”
Reflections
Sometimes, in the evening
when my words scatter thin over the fireplace
and your silence has settled heavy on the eaves
I go out to the lake, knee deep
and walk and walk through the cold weeds until my legs are numb
I see my face, far down in the splintering starlight
its gaze does not waver
Beneath the water I can feel it stir
wrenching crackle
core spinning hot
ripples slicing to the very edge of vision
I am not sure which will be worse:
if, when I return you notice the change
- that the freckle that was once over my right eye is now over my left -
or if you don't.
Under my breath, I start to count
Flight
I watch you closely as you speak
a hairbreadth’s tension webbed across your jaw
I shake out the smile I save for best
brace for the recoil
You think you have my heart
but what you hold is a decoy
Beneath your line of sight
is a small trembling thing
primed
for the faintest rustle in the leaves
the chance to bolt for daylight
One more beat I’ll be flushed out
a trail of blood and feathers in my wake
Bio: Katy Naylor lives by the sea, in a little town on the south coast of England. She writes poetry, fiction and text adventure games in the time that falls between the cracks.She has work published or upcoming in Outcast Press, The Bear Creek Gazette and Not Deer Magazine. She can be found on twitter @voidskrawl
David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com.
Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof
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