Hush

I’m pleased that my poem, ” Hush”, was published in Amethyst Review today.

 

Hush

Is it by aging alone
that I landed in this
sparse, harsh forest,

where most branches are sharp,
all bark is sandpaper,
and even the birds.,
diligently practicing their scales,
can sometimes shake my equilibrium,
scrape my eardrums with their calls?

Perhaps I’ve been led here
by my spirit animal,
or my dead ancestors,
or my inner crone,
because the time is nigh
to stand and receive
my true names:

She Who is Now Highly Sensitive,
She Who Withers Without Solitude.

She Who Can’t Tolerate Crowds,
She For Whom The World is Too Loud.

She Who Craves a Private Island,
She Who Always Wants to Turn Down the TV.

I daydream of places
called Whisper Town, Quietville,
Introversion Valley.

Is it a disorder, I wonder,
or the naturally
wise reaction
to a world
grown garishly turbulent,
jagged, obscene?

 

Published in Amethyst Magazine June 2023

Hush – a poem by Melinda Coppola