Poetry & Music by Sarah Kersey
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“A Vision in Gray”
An outfit to suit
Her formed silhouette,
Clouded, overcast shroud:
Today, she was to wear gray
To Sunday Morning’s mourning
Brow, and onto the sun’s vague dismay.
In nineteen years, never was
A woman like this.
Her sweater and skirt
Could linger like myrrh,
Float away where
Her father lay,
And stay.
“Winsome Parchment”
News in blues!
Headers in red!
Suburbs are blurbs
In city-blips and trends.
These are the gaskets blown
In machines,
All bright and rosy!
Alarming winds from parched throats:
“What are we to go to?”
And I tried to yell over it!
“I may not be some bald eagle
In the sky,
But I know underwater all fish can fly!”
“A Vision in Gray Winsome Parchment”
An outfit to suit
News in blues!
Her formed silhouette,
Headers in red!
Clouded, overcast shroud:
Suburbs are blurbs
Today, she was to wear gray
In city-blips and trends
To Sunday Morning’s mourning
These are the gaskets blown
Brow, onto the sun’s vague dismay.
In machines,
In nineteen years, never was
All bright and rosy!
A woman like this
Alarming winds from parched throats:
Her sweater and skirt
“What are we to go to?”
Could linger like myrrh,
And I tried to yell over it!
Float away where
“I may not be some bald eagle
Her father lay,
In the sky,
And stay.
But I know underwater, all fish can fly!”
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Sarah Kersey is a young poet and musician from Northern New Jersey. She draws inspiration from Ralph Ellison, William Faulkner, Jamaica Kincaid, Wallace Stevens, Derek Walcott, and many others. She competed in three poetry slams at her high school. In 2012, she tied for third place for her piece “Tribal Prime.”
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Featured Image photograph by E.B. Bartels, www.ebbartels.com.
