New Poetry by Carolyn Gelland

AMBULANCE

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.