By: Kathleen Holliday
We were born out of the same fire
a flicker of flame in our eyes:
my older sister — a raging pyre
her ululations, her song of self defense
my brother — a campfire, with firefighters
and cowboys like him, come in off the range
my younger sister — a bonfire to keen over,
cook over, where we warm ourselves
and me — a tiny ring of blue flame
I must tend, relight whenever it goes out.
The wind from the past smells of fire.
Some of us, still smoking.
Kathleen Holliday lives on an island in the Salish Sea. Her writing has appeared in The Bellingham Review, The Blue Nib Literary Magazine, Cathexis Northwest Press, Common Ground Review, Ocotillo Review, Poetry Super Highway, SHARK REEF, a Literary Magazine. and The Write Launch. She is a graduate of Augsburg University, Minneapolis and an erstwhile student of the Lyle's Bar School of Poetry. Her debut chapbook, Putting My Ash on the Line, was published by Finishing Line Press , November 2020.