Margaret King - Poems (2)
The quiet forests of this place
masked a raging battle for souls and hearts.
When I leave here, don't uproot me. Rather,
let me be a cutting grafted onto a new horizon
and let my roots remain behind, buried.
Let the pines that stand sentinel at the lakeshore
Guard them silently, as a grave
And then let me never come back here.
Never let me return.
Midwest, For the Lovers
What a bunch of lies, what a set of illusions
But how can you
Be so sad, so lonely,
After all these years?
I wish I had picked someone
More available and willing
To love than you,
[I should say
Your ability to love
Was never in question
It was your ability
To find yourself
Here I am
In the middle of a vast continent
In the middle of a vast country
And you always said
The universe keeps expanding
We’re all just moving further apart
But what I can’t bear to admit
Is that if I’m in the middle of it all
Everything’s just moving
(Text © M. King - Publication: Winter 2017-2018)