Tuesday, February 14, 2012

One day, revisited

Here is a fun little love-poem, in the spirit of Valentine's day. I'm sorry I didn't have the heart to write a new one. Maybe one will come to me, yet.

One day

I want to be the bed

you fall into
at the end of your journey

not a motel bed, me--
stale and generic,
with a stiff polyester bedspread
and magic fingers if you insert a quarter

I would be
an apple-pie bed, dry and warm
sheets fresh off the line,
quilt plump and waiting
smelling of no other
but you

Rachel Westfall
December 25, 2008

Tuesday, February 7, 2012


My lute cracked
when I saw the memory
of your beloved face
echoed in the river.
She still plays the same old songs,
but now with a rasp,
a smoke-and-gravel hue,
the grief of flamenco.

Our dream child
is a tattered maid now, her lullaby
twisted by our fate
as a basket-weaver binds the rushes
that grow along the riverbank
in weeping, boggy strips,
the low lament
of the SoleĆ”.

Rachel Westfall
February 7, 2012