Regine Ebner - Three Poems
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
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
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 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.
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.