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C.N.P Poetry 

  • Writer's pictureCathexis Northwest Press

summer fling echoes & reflects

By: Constance Bacchus

the sun is parading, painting shadows

through fields of

hay sitting

w/each tree stretching

ready for heat & the sky

is undressing black, mere grey

w/subtle streaks of white

it will be hot, promises

a sudden amarillo wash over sheds

by trailers parked level

& those shadows find

their way through all the bird

sound casting in the weird

colors weighting on june

a new door opens, lets in cold,

the mirrored window allows sounds of cars

miles away, a crow message, birds

on all sides, sounds from a garden

exiled, a sanctuary & somebody turned

on the water


Constance Bacchus lives in the Pacific Northwest with her daughter. They run among rattlesnakes and marmots near a desert reservoir. Her writing can be found in City Brink, Revolute, Empty Mirror, IceFloe Press, The Gorge Literary Journal and Salmon Creek Journal. Currently she is working on her first poetry book, Lethe and a little chapbook.

"This poem is about when we first moved to Coulee City, we were in the midst of the pandemic and I was in the process of a divorce. I woke up one morning and looked out the window at the field beside us. The sun hit it just so and I had to write about the light and shadows."


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