National Poetry Month: My Mother’s Left Hand by Linda Vigen Phillips

For National Poetry Month 2020, we present the poetry and prose from our Members.

MY MOTHER’S LEFT HAND
by Linda Vigen Phillips

She never once raised it to me, to attempt discipline.

The ugly rash on her wrist required constant scratching.

She applied cream and sat in her chair.

She was still able to light up.

That left three fingers for scratching.

I sat at her feet.

They itched sometimes, too.

Can you play?

Not now.

Oh.

 

Linda is the author of two Young Adult novels-in-verse: Behind These Hands (Light Messages, 2018) and Crazy (Eerdmans, 2014),  Follow her on Twitter @LVigenPhillips

 

National Poetry Month 2020: Contagion by Linda Vigen Phillips

For National Poetry Month 2020, we present the poetry and prose from our Members.

CONTAGION
by Linda Vigen Phillips

I can smell the poetry

in the air

everywhere, and be careful

it is contagious.

I explored the streets without cover

and oh my,

I did discover things without

and within.

Wisteria grabbed my nose

on a walk

usually brisk, but now the gift of time

demands my attention, a twist.

A disturbance overhead, I hear

two hawks

frenzied by two ravens

too curious about the nest.

Squirrels, always squirrely

can be ignored

but wait, a symphony

inside my head choreographs their dance.

I came down with it,

the poetry.

An infectious smile

invades my languid soul.

Linda is the author of two Young Adult novels-in-verse: Behind These Hands (Light Messages, 2018) and Crazy (Eerdmans, 2014),  Follow her on Twitter @LVigenPhillips