Three Poems
by Kimberly Lauth
Theory of Mind
I scan the wavelengths
Stop on channel you
My psyche remembers
How to see in the dark
And my eyes have ten fingers too
The clear glass bottle
Heavy with your rain
The inscription seen
But not read
(I obsess)
Your eyes bear morbid sadness
Our hearts cramp, knowing
The moment will not last
Again the cervix
Glass utero
(I inherit)
What remains
Of your innocence
Your dignity
That ancestral water
Flows from you to me
Must garner the courage
To bear it, be worthy
(Imbibe)
An August Run + Her
Mirroring the sky, to my left
I ponder the spiders
Death by eyelash reminds me
Of my body
Oh gentle, gentle Madison
Polite hustle
Perfumed elderly women
Wafts of rose
I embrace you,
small you (holding your teddy bear)
Front steps, rough brick
About me the rest of the day
Reflected, I see you, an instant
Superimposed or from within
It lingers, permeates
Fills the space
Your atmosphere
A gift, of highest value
A memory:
Loud thoughts
Written across your body
He
Cradled in the palm
Of his enormous hand
Palace of clouds
Milky warm light
Humans rain down from the billowy veils
I remember my father
I remember his father
I contemplate “High Flight”
Ejected, I find
People, swirling
Indecipherable, loud murmurs
Eyes lock (with you)
The world arrests on her axis
Even the air, paralyzed
A glimpse (your inner celestial space)
Inviolable beauty, awe
I can taste the suspended energy
Beneath, a muffled sound
Interrupts the anticipation
Intrigue and
Crouch, ear to the ground
Cold stone of the Cathedral’s plaza
(Beloved, beloved Barca)
The same gigantic hand
Raps with authority
Knotty, ancient knuckles
From below the earth’s crust
Booming quakes
Traverse the subterrain and to the surface
Transmitted to and through the waiting skull
Fine fractures, expand threateningly
The current excites and irritates
(Thrilling shiver)
Called for
He’s come for me
BIO: K. Fern Lauth is a shy, secretly surrealist bard, preoccupied with bardo. She has an interest in exploring the expansive nature of the conscious and the subconscious, the peculiar boundary of those states, the truth that discovery reveals and how it unites us all. Her work is featured in Blood+Honey, Anomaly, and between her ears and behind her eyes. When not narcissistically writing free form poetry, she spends her time attempting to be a redeemable human and with her beloved muse, her Zebra.