Mi Agua Tu Desierta
written by: Ellen Marshall
Mi Agua Tu Desierta
Floating Ophelia
My hair flinging
Flowers as
Roses of desire that are
Born from
Noches de
Flying para siempre or
Grasping
Frenzy
Takes root
There
In the moon’s glow
Mi Agua Tu Desierta
Your Hamlet holds
Mi cabello están fluenda con
Parched leaves, while
Gasping for wet passion
Your no’s that halt breath and bring
Shouting, not one night of
Plugging a water’s drip
Dry until it comes to
Crack
Sobre mi teta
You rest
Breathless. (Sin aliento)
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
This poem can be read either horizontally as one or vertically as two in counterpoint.
I have been writing since age 14. I occasionally get my best inspiration at 50,000 feet, on the back of an elephant in Phnom Penh or on the MARC train to D.C. I rest my slippers next to my husband’s in Gardenville, a neighborhood of Northeast Baltimore. Writing has become one of the vehicles I use to awaken others to act for social, societal and political change. My poetry is published in Volumes 28 and 29 of Poet’s Ink, End of 83 and I contribute to the op-ed page of The Baltimore Sun. A short story, Left Behind, appears in the 2014 inaugural issue of Dragonfly. My first book, Our Favorite Vacation Beach: Ocean City, Maryland, weaves personal and shared stories of generations of families’ vacations. My project in development is a novel about an Eastern Shore lynching.
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