Poetry

Come True

             Inspired by Frida Kahlo’s “The Dream”

Anchored to the past, you still bloom
toward your future. Your bleached bones –

flags of surrender – broke long ago,
yet your vision never yielded.

You made death your
grinning bedmate, wrapped in timeless

bombs ticking with desire, and grew
new roots in your slumber. You dozed

honeyed with yearning, your vined bed
afloat, cloud-surrounded.

Why are your eyes closed? Do you not see?
Even in sleep, your passion stalks the world.

 

 

Maril Crabtree

Maril Crabtree grew up in Memphis and New Orleans, but calls the Midwest home. Her full-length collection, Fireflies in the Gathering Dark (Kelsay Press, 2017), is a Kansas Notable Book. Her work has appeared in journals including The DMQ Review, Literary Mama, Main Street Rag, Persimmon Tree, and Earth’s Daughters. She served as poetry editor for Kansas City Voices and contributing editor for Heartland! Poetry of Love, Solidarity, & Resistance.

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