Poets logo

Autumn Tassology

Equinox

By Erin Latham SheaPublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read
Image via Pinterest (@Ravelrypins)

Divining with dregs of tea leaves: catch sight of a keyhole or a brain MRI -

amorphous algae submerged in a shallow pool, dull as a toothache and

silent, unlike the owl, last night, calling into the dark in salutation: claim.

Cool your tongue with the honey liquid that once singed it and savor that

which arrives on the verge of tears: chopped onions, blood, and clove oil.

Free VerseGratitudeOde

About the Creator

Erin Latham Shea

Co-Founder and EIC of Housebound Magazine

Assistant Poetry Editor at Wishbone Words

Instagram: @somebookishrambles

Bluesky: @elshea.bsky.social

Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.

Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.

Subscribe For Free

Reader insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment
    Written by Erin Latham Shea