By: Victoria Dym
wolf room grief light
this room is the same— light leaks through the blinds horizontal lines, morning art, the nudes, the bamboo woven hamper, the pink chenille dressing table chair, Millay’s The Buck In The Snow, still on the nightstand, salt lamp and seashells—avocado, pumpkin, and vanilla creams jewels and jewelry boxes, essential oil diffuser— the clear button that still waits to be sewn on the floral sham— night after night, day after day, she lays her grief down, a body pillow, upon the bed, draws close the soft sheets— a wolf who has lost her pack.
I See T-Rex in the Clouds
massive head/ puny forearms/ long scaly tail slightly curled at the end he sits on ferocious haunches— or she…
perhaps, egg laying, 68 million years ago, like the pregnant female unearthed in Montana, Big Sky—DNA in the medullary bone Jurassic Park dreams
confirmed— dinosaurs are connected to birds, the medullary bone/calcium white bones/eggshells like clouds—windswept now then muddled
opaque/ misty/ shape shifted now—just clouds, greasy ink spots blocking the sun—a bobbing Bay pelican and I the only witnesses
Victoria Dym is a graduate of Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey Clown College with a degree in Humility, a Bachelor of Arts, in Philosophy, from the University of Pittsburgh, and a Masters in Fine Arts, Creative Writing-Poetry from Carlow University. Her two poetry chapbooks, Class Clown, and When The Walls Cave In were published by Finishing Line Press in 2015 and 2018. Victoria lives in Tampa Florida, where she improvises at The Box Theater with the house team Dear Aunt Gertrude, writes and teaches Laughter Yoga!
wolf room grief light:
the “behind the scenes” of this poem was a writing prompt from Find Your Voice by Noor Unnahar, page 120: 'Write a poem using all of the following words: wolf, room, grief, light. The original 10 minute exercise germinated into its current state upon waking days later.
I see T-Rex in the Clouds:
The “behind the scenes” of this poem was sitting on the beach and cloud watching. The manuscript that I am currently working on is entitled, Living With Lizards, so when I looked towards the sky for inspiration, there was the biggest lizard of all times in the clouds. As I started writing, there was the modern day descendant of T-Rex bobbing in the bay, the pelican.