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Showing posts with label first day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label first day. Show all posts

Thursday, September 08, 2022

LIZ’S FIRST DAY

by Annie Cowell




In an overcast Scottish sky, a plane circles
like a call on hold, carrying a lady in waiting.
Below, at Balmoral, the self proclaimed 
booster rocket splashes out. 
It is unlikely we will see photos 
of him ploughing. A chorus of low thunder 
fills the short interval before the Queen 
offers her hand for the fifteenth time. 
The kiss is symbolic.
Instead, a small handshake suffices
to greet the latest Prime Minster. 
She bears the same moniker, but 
unlike Elizabeth, she uses the diminutive.
Liz. 
She promises to deliver a better future,
to be like Hera, protector of children.
Yet I wonder if that night, as she closed the door
on the first day of her government
whether she held her breath and listened
for noises in the street?
Or did she simply kiss her children 
good night 
and toddle off to bed?


Annie Cowell is a former teacher who lives by the sea in Cyprus with her husband and rescue dogs. She is widely published in Popshot Quarterly, The Milk House, Paddler Press, and more. Her debut chapbook Birth Mote(s) is now available.

Saturday, August 27, 2022

BULLET-PROOF BACKPACK

by Robin Wright




First day of school, pens, pencils, notebooks,
scissors, crayons, lunch bag, corralled and ready,
along with fear, anxiety, worry.
 
Parents hopeful—not their children’s school, 
not their children’s lives on the next segment 
of the news with police interviews on who, how many. 
 
I watch a video of a mother teaching her child 
what to do in case a shooter appears at school, 
run to the corner, curl up behind his backpack. 
 
Do not let anyone tell him he doesn’t need 
this small wall of protection. She instructs him 
on what to say, NOTHING.
 
She tells him, be small, be quiet, run if you can. 
I will find you. Yes, I will find you,
wearing your Spiderman backpack.


Robin Wright lives in Southern Indiana. Her work has appeared in The New Verse NewsOne ArtAs it Ought to BeThe DrabbleBombfire LitYoung Ravens Literary Review, Olney MagazineRat’s Ass ReviewMuddy River Poetry Review,Sanctuary, and othersShe is a Pushcart Prize nominee, and her first chapbook, Ready or Not, was published by Finishing Line Press in October of 2020.