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Missing You
Renée Ashley
- The nights are long, the days
- long between the nights — no time
- for sleep; the sheets are ochre
- with damp, with the one body restless
- in the folds, the eyelids
- wide in premonition: another
- endless hour. The glorious fruit
- in its wicker bowl’s gone
- dark and soft. Not even the old dog
- lifts his head at the straw sound
- of young skunks close and hungry
- in the rhododendron. We
- hear the tree-croakers peep their tin
- whistles, the night-crickets whirr
- in the thick dark — all this, the torn
- eye of the moon, and missing you.
Renée Ashley teaches in the MFA in creative writing program at Fairleigh Dickinson University. Her most recent poetry collection, Basic Heart, won the X.J. Kennedy Poetry Prize from Texas Review Press. Her fifth full-length collection, Because I Am the Shore I Want to Be the Sea, will be published by Subito Press in November 2013. “Missing You” is from The Various Reasons of Light, published by Avocet Press, and is reprinted by permission.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Missing You
Missing You
Renée Ashley
- The nights are long, the days
- long between the nights — no time
- for sleep; the sheets are ochre
- with damp, with the one body restless
- in the folds, the eyelids
- wide in premonition: another
- endless hour. The glorious fruit
- in its wicker bowl’s gone
- dark and soft. Not even the old dog
- lifts his head at the straw sound
- of young skunks close and hungry
- in the rhododendron. We
- hear the tree-croakers peep their tin
- whistles, the night-crickets whirr
- in the thick dark — all this, the torn
- eye of the moon, and missing you.
Renée Ashley teaches in the MFA in creative writing program at Fairleigh Dickinson University. Her most recent poetry collection, Basic Heart, won the X.J. Kennedy Poetry Prize from Texas Review Press. Her fifth full-length collection, Because I Am the Shore I Want to Be the Sea, will be published by Subito Press in November 2013. “Missing You” is from The Various Reasons of Light, published by Avocet Press, and is reprinted by permission.
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