Until the silken silhouettes of the shore scatter
gray warblers and chimney smoke marry fog
hide in the oxygen of the river,
dance with the cool draft that drifts
out of the forest
never give up, you say
there is always a stronghold
In sleep, we fall to nothingness
while our minds gather at the round table to debate
what the day ignored
we wake with angst,
a vague sense of disapproval
who can tell what’s fact, fantasy,
or restless dream
but it’s morning now, a new day
so go ahead
rise
Claire Hersom is a native Mainer who lives in Winthrop. Her work appears in several poetry journals including Yankee Magazine. Her book, Drowning: A Poetic Memoir, (Moon Pie Press) was supplemental text for UMS Rockland campus. In 2011, she received an Emerging Artist Grant in Literature from Boston’s St. Botolph Club Foundation. She serves on the Board of Directors for Maine Equal Justice Partners, and volunteers in local schools giving poetry ‘workshops’. She is one of three organizers for the Hallowell Maine poetry venue, the Bookey Readings at the Harlow Gallery. Her poem, "October Moon" was recently anthologized in the second edition of Wes McNair’s laureate project, More Poems from Maine: Take Heart.
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