The Paddock Review

Impressionist

 

For the second time tonight

I heard chitter chatter of angels

black and dark

between her eyes.

 

Laid to rest

under the flower bed

out back, behind the garden shed

alone but for the sprawling moonlight.

 

Shadows talking low

give them wide berth

for the calico pony

is forever wanting. 

 

Always in gasps

a woman rinsed in sun

wants yet more

of the thin and bent air

miles too high.

So, is this what is meant

when wedding bells

have been silenced

till dawn.

 

This poem is from the chapbook Border Crossings by Raymond Berthelot (Finishing Line Press) and can be found at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/border-crossings-by-raymond-berthelot/

In Border Crossings, Berthelot’s second chapbook with Finishing Line Press, the author explores the grey areas between the awake and the dream, the border lands, sometimes violent, sometimes an oasis, that form the buffer between  rational and fantasy.  Here are poems that reflect the world as it is, whether a Paris under the moon, or Latin America in the harsh light of reality, and the universe of the mind.  These poems, rooted in the natural, can best be described as Charles Bowden, noted journalist, stated, are where the “border of our body vanishes and we become one with the land.”