The Paddock Review

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A Poem by Sigrun Susan Lane

The Cartographers

The moon a sentinel, 

love’s explorers make their own maps.

His hands trace the plains of her hips,

peaks of her breasts. 

She marks the terrain of his body

with small crosses of fire. Uncovers 

delicate skin, hidden all his life. 

Touched by her, it quickens.

Her belly shines like mother of pearl, like silver,

beneath, a humming like the buzzing of bees.

When he discovers the delicate flat of her ear lobe, 

she shivers with pleasure.

He finds a place in her where she opens

like a Moon flower, a blazing white blossom

This poem is from the chapbook Drive, and is available now at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/drive-by-sigrun-susan-lane/

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Sigrun Susan Lane is the author of two chapbooks, Little Bones and Salt, which won the Josephine Miles’s award in 2020 from Pen Oakland for excellence in literature.  She is a graduate of the University of Washington where she studied Creative Writing, but subsequently pursued a career in business. She returned to writing after a long hiatus. Her poems have appeared in national and international journals, including Asheville Poetry Review, Crab Creek Review, Malahat Review, Sing Heavenly Muse and numerous others. She has won awards for her poetry from the King County Arts and Seattle Arts Commissions. She lives in Seattle with her husband. She serves as a docent for the Frye Art Museum.