2 poems

by Alexandra Surprenant

Crossroads School for Arts & Sciences

Melting Midnight

A woman lies here,
bare in the crackling
beam of a rusted lamp.
Cobwebs and paint cans,
hot candlelight melts on her face;
wax pours from its wick while the roof drips rain.
A women lies here, and gooey shadows rest
beneath her breast,
the night below the moon.

In The Winter

In the winter I lay my restless limbs
on the bone-dry ground and grow roots
stretching to the icy core of this earth.

Bark pale as moonlight twists
into my spine, braiding a thick trunk.
Wind whistles through the hollows of my wood.

Soon my eyes flutter to a close, inky night heavy
on my eyelids
in the winter I am
still.