My Little Girl
Shapeshifter, today a giantess
this night my private little girl.
You hover with the stars
light in space bright in the deep.
Standing within a magnetic field
electric waves tease the soul.
The gate glows with your gentle fear
I see the tears your body hides.
A magic instant will pass once again
yet the auras remain entrenched in eternity.
When another hour comes strangers will feel
the warm void we abandoned as a legacy.
Your silhouette scintillates with omniscience
you the child I cradle in my house forevermore.
Universal Family
George died
it was a sad day in the realm
at the turn of a millennium quite forgotten.
John saw him just a century passed
in a locale with simple pleasures
joys upon a cloud.
The two shook hands as expected
in strangely similar armors
as they noted so many silhouettes.
A wondering gaze and they stepped forward
to greet those whom they had never met
amazons and creatures of myths.
Times immemorial rejoined
around a feast of memories never shared
knowledge, stories, images of unknown futures.
A lady smiles in the corner of a crumbling temple
bearing gold, rubies, and silky fabrics
speaking words in hieroglyphic waves.
Many speak tongues long forgotten
children play with words they never knew
yet all know the meaning of this eternal feast.
They are the great family
universal in times and space
rejoicing in a world all will know.
Fabrice B. Poussin teaches French and English at a university in Georgia, USA. His work in poetry and photography has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other publications worldwide. Most recently, his collections In Absentia, and If I Had a Gun, were published in 2021 and 2022 by Silver Bow Publishing.
Shapeshifter, today a giantess
this night my private little girl.
You hover with the stars
light in space bright in the deep.
Standing within a magnetic field
electric waves tease the soul.
The gate glows with your gentle fear
I see the tears your body hides.
A magic instant will pass once again
yet the auras remain entrenched in eternity.
When another hour comes strangers will feel
the warm void we abandoned as a legacy.
Your silhouette scintillates with omniscience
you the child I cradle in my house forevermore.
Universal Family
George died
it was a sad day in the realm
at the turn of a millennium quite forgotten.
John saw him just a century passed
in a locale with simple pleasures
joys upon a cloud.
The two shook hands as expected
in strangely similar armors
as they noted so many silhouettes.
A wondering gaze and they stepped forward
to greet those whom they had never met
amazons and creatures of myths.
Times immemorial rejoined
around a feast of memories never shared
knowledge, stories, images of unknown futures.
A lady smiles in the corner of a crumbling temple
bearing gold, rubies, and silky fabrics
speaking words in hieroglyphic waves.
Many speak tongues long forgotten
children play with words they never knew
yet all know the meaning of this eternal feast.
They are the great family
universal in times and space
rejoicing in a world all will know.
Fabrice B. Poussin teaches French and English at a university in Georgia, USA. His work in poetry and photography has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other publications worldwide. Most recently, his collections In Absentia, and If I Had a Gun, were published in 2021 and 2022 by Silver Bow Publishing.
