Terhi K. Cherry
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Discarded
Flowers
Terhi K. Cherry
[excerpt]
I remember
thirteen years ago,
he turned his head, looked
at me. In an old Victorian pub,
the mahogany table
chipped from the edges, a copper penny
on a coaster. Early evening, a tender
South London breeze. I was
fresh-faced
at twenty-six, blonde hair
pinned up. Coffee
stains, black jeans, hands
the shade of Arabica. His
wavy hair
framing the slender face, feet
inside a pair of Converse. I thought
about discarded flowers
on the sidewalk, how I
predict the weather
from his fingertips --
[the full poem in Magic Spells chapbook]
Copyright © 2019 Terhi K. Cherry
The Burial
Terhi K. Cherry
[excerpt]
Hermes appears mid coffee and asks
if I remember - corpses need
to be buried
at five in the morning. A woman’s face
cut from a magazine
can go down
with her secrets. There were four of us
walking into the woods.
Near a stream,
some big rocks, I remember Amanda killing
her coat first. She went for it
with a knife,
fell to her knees and cried. Said it was
over now --
[the full poem in Magic Spells chapbook]
Copyright © 2019 Terhi K. Cherry