Sunday, January 31, 2016

New Poetry by Carolyn Gelland


Magician, how
did a silk scarf
hide in the hollows
in my heart muscles,

a magic carpet
that eased from its echo chamber,
sparks here and there.

An angel with
whistles for wings
is going nowhere fast
as the ambulance speeds up
to make
telephone poles
a solid valley
of burning crosses.

- Carolyn Gelland 2016

Carolyn Gelland’s two collections of poems are Dream-Shuttle (2013) and Four-Alarm House (2012).  She grew up in Europe and in New York City where she worked as a translator from Norwegian and ran a small art gallery.  She and her husband, poet Kenneth Frost, moved to rural Maine to focus on writing poems.

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