Regine Ebner - Three Poems: Work

Regine Ebner - Three Poems

Regine Ebner - Three Poems: Text

Cello Pieces

our years are old and deep

tree roots in a

pennywhistle wind

atoms fall like stars

and play coronets

for what can never be

your voice with its

cello notes and

orphaned melodies

haunts these rooms

and corridors

cracked in tiny pieces of

a broken

celadon

moon

Regine Ebner - Three Poems: Work

Glances

You

with your Vermeer face

and burnt wood mind

you cascade words like

sheaves of paper

my evening glances

ricochet off violins

and window panes

and land like feathers

from a gibbous moon

evanescent

I saw you in a dream

of a fisherman’s sky

collecting lost nickels

from empty pockets

and trading them in

for old bottles

full of sad songs

Regine Ebner - Three Poems: Work

Nighthawk Desert

this silvery masterpiece

a lost daguerreotype of

lights and darks

stillness an imposter

hides the

play-within-a-play beneath

the moon dons its gentleman’s monocle

and illuminates the

swarthy night-hunters below

a panther, a rattler, a wily boar

telltale scorpions scatter

the coppery heat

somewhere

alone with its past

a fire burns

Regine Ebner - Three Poems: Work

Regine Ebner is a teacher in Tucson, Arizona, in a school she founded. The unique Sonoran desert often makes for an inspiring muse. Regine’s poems have been featured in Sledgehammer Lit, Chasing Shadows, Black Bough Poems and Consilience, among other publications.

Regine Ebner - Three Poems: Work

Artwork: Pond Storm by Susan Solomon

Susan Solomon is a freelance paintress living in the Midwestern United States. Her work camps out at the intersection of memory and intuition. She has paintings in private collections around the world and in several university collections. If people say they'd like to enter the paintings, she feels she has succeeded.

Regine Ebner - Three Poems: Work