Notings

Notings

Marie Trotter

I realized I have come to think of your gifts
As meager and scant,
Needle pricks upon the window

The millisecond ironic inharmonious chant
Of the drill fixing the escalator

And the fingertip rain,
Attending to the bend in my elbow

Oh, and the hand of the child,
So trusting, unconscious, upon my neck –

Such gifts, such trivial breaks
In the monotony glass.

Smash through, my God,
I ask you,
Leave me bleeding at the splintering event
And afterwards

No veil,
No wall,
No mirrored twin spirits,

Only
One.

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Marie Trotter
Poet & Playwright

Marie's writing has been published in Broadview, Intermission, The WholeNote, The Dance Current, and The Lamp.

Photography by Katie Doherty