Elizabeth Romero: Wind
The evidence of wind is in the scarves
Of people waiting for the bus
Elizabeth Romero: Strawberry Moon
The moon in her lopsided veil
like a hillbilly bride
her face round and pale pink
against the darkening blue.
Elizabeth Romero: On the Corner
If
(by some miracle)
We could be both dead and alive
Rise from the blood and ashes
Gauzy like movie ghosts
Elizabeth Romero: My Aunt’s Pantry
It took everything, every bit of strength I had,
To say, The others will be missing us.
He turned on his heel and left.
Elizabeth Romero: Day’s End
Let’s say I’m someone
empty as a pitcher,
discordant as traffic, human as an alley cat,
stiff-legged and torn-eared.
Elizabeth Romero: So, Mr Death
So many I’ve lost; I see them
Down a long corridor the door open
To a bright snowy day.
Elizabeth Romero: Being Poor
It can be waiting
And telling your children to wait
Wait their whole childhoods away.
It’s knowing they blame you.
Elizabeth Romero: Route Six
A bad time is coming we agree
I peer ahead at the changing shades of gray
On the road ahead
A light rain falls
Elizabeth Romero: Summer Sunrise
The sun came up this morning
Like a madwoman’s red eye
Elizabeth Romero: Question on a Wednesday Night
And you, my love.
Why do I feel alone without you
Whom I have never known?
Elizabeth Romero: The Myth of Nature
Nature, Mr Allnut, is what we are put on this earth to rise above.—Rose, in The African Queen . Let us take a lesson from nature Let the big ones … Continue reading
Elizabeth Romero: Angel
It is night I am here On my street in this warm kitchen At this bright table I put water on for tea it is wonderful To be here the … Continue reading
Elizabeth Romero: Crèche
Above these dark suburban streetsThe stars come out like childrenOne by one.The moon is a pale gold heartBeating in cloudy ribs. Christmas is just past.The silent lights twinkleIn each small … Continue reading
