(From an Awakened Sleep)
pluck me from the charred grate
from the rusty barbed wire
bit by dried up bit
gather the particles
the blackened scale
cradle it in your hands like
stolen moon dust
relics of a lost life
Charlotte Hamrick lives in New Orleans where she often scribbles words and phrases in notebooks that later becomes poetry. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee whose work has been published in several lit magazines including Metazen, The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Mad Swirl and Poets For Living Waters. She likes dark chocolate, dogs and people who really listen. Her original poetry and other occasional writing can be found on her website, Zouxzoux.wordpress.com. Of this poem, the author writes: “I awoke from a dead sleep in the middle of the night with the first stanza full sprung in my head. I scrawled it on a piece of paper in the dark and went back to sleep. The next day I finished it over the course of several hours. It began as one thing but ended up an entirely different thing and that just amazes me.”
I came across this poem at Fictionaut and asked Charlotte if I could share it here. It strikes me with its soft and understated brilliance, and I appreciate the author note, too. I also recently read another of her poems at Olentangy Review, here. I’ll look forward to reading more of Charlotte’s work.
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