Green Hills Literary Lantern

A Shadow on the Floor

 

     

At the end of a hard day

I pause

in my darkened kitchen,

next to the shadow

of a branch tossed

on the floor by the full moon.

 

We sway,

the hemlock frond and I,

grateful silhouettes in the night breeze.

 

The sky,

eggplant-maternal,

swells above

with unconditional affection.

Orion, smitten, reaches down.

 

 

Betsy Martin works at Skinner House Books in Boston and has advanced degrees in Russian language and literature. She lived in Moscow for a year studying at the Pushkin Institute. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Assisi, Barely South, Minetta Review, Sanskrit, Front Range Review, The Alembic, Pirene's Fountain, and others.