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| Grace Sheridan at Roque Bluffs Poetry Festival |
Grace Sheridan, well past retirement from federal civil service, loves the
seascape near her home in the fishing village of Cutler. Some of her work, which often turns her memories as well
as everyday scenes into emotionally poignant poems, has appeared in Animus, Aroostook Review, Goose River Anthology, Machias
Valley News Observer, Narramissic Notebook, Quoddy Tides,The Aurorean, Writer's Gambit, Off the Coast, Wolfmoon
Journal, Down East Coastal Press and Bangor Daily News..
Black
on Gray
The winter birch
limb a slate sky
like bare arms
of Zimbabwe children
reaching for a grain
of hope.
or are they thickets
of
crisscrossed tallies
made with black chalk?
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Glaze
The square box on top of my
desk
is made of clay; a lump of earth
worked by a potter, hardened
by firing, painted off-white,
swirls of
black on the lid
branching out and curling back
to the yellow eye of a sun
orange petals randomly strewn
on leaves that are puffs of jade,
a universe sealed by the heat
of a kiln, secure inside the line
my finger
follows around the rim
until it finds a nick and there
can touch the clay.
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