Wednesday, October 17, 2012

New Poetry by Claire Roberts



VISIT
Elevators rise like bubbles in a wine glass
and the blue-grey linoleum floors
shine like water.

He’s attached to a drip
that bubbles with dull music;
I kiss his shaking hand and his smile
appears and flees like a mirror-light. 

- Claire Roberts 2012


AFTERWARD

The fluorescent lights turn on
and blink like someone waking

I take my backpack and pass
through the automatic doors
into the shivering night

and intersecting stairs
that descend to the lawns
where I see raindrops


cling to shrubs and glitter
like ornaments on a chandelier.

- Claire Roberts 2012


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