Aftershock

Aftershock

Aubrey Brady

Where were you
when the world quaked,
when the wheels fell off
tottering and lolling to the ground,
bare axle, like brittle bone protruding
through skin thinned by all it had endured?

Aftershocks would soon follow
causing every space to shudder.

But all I can remember is the crisp air,
the light chitter of laughing children,
the greenness of the soft ground,
the breeze that pulled at hair
and twisted it into knots.
The worst an afterthought.

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Aubrey Brady
Poet & Musician

Aubrey’s work is upcoming in Solum Press. She has her Bachelors of Art in music and works at Church of the Vine Anglican as their music director. She is currently pursuing her MFA in Poetry from Lindenwood University. You can find more of her work on instagram @aubreybradyart.

Photography by Ivan Bandura