Wreck

Karina Borowicz Click to read more...

Author Photo BorowiczKarina Borowicz is the author of two poetry collections, Proof (Codhill Press, 2014) and The Bees Are Waiting (Marick Press, 2012), which won the Eric Hoffer Award for Poetry and was names a Must-Read by the Massachusetts Center for the Book.  Her poems have appeared widely in journals, including AGNI, Pleiades and The Southern Review.  She makes her home in the Connecticut River Valley of western Massachusetts.  Visit her online at www.karinaborowicz.com.

           Planks
nailed this way
and that
bar broken windows.
Every day, I pass by
the nineteenth-century
sea captain’s mansion.
Timbers giving up
the ghost of paint
to storm-cloud gray.
Weeds have taken
over and now,
late summer, are going
to seed –
spiked thistle
                      and velvet fists
of mullein. Moss,
vibrant green pulsed
with russet, is eating
the roof.

                      Names
are being erased
in there, linen sanded
to a greasy dust.
The collapsed ribcage
of a small whale is all
that remains of a crib.
On bright days,
the pressure of sunlight
must be excruciating
           as it crosses the floor.

      And these
are the surface notes
of the deep
                      humming
that will overwhelm
this place: robust
city crickets,
wasps papering
blooms on wood,
the jabber of sparrows
in the haywire rose beds.
                      All the dizzying
business of abandon.

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One Response to Wreck

  1. Kelsey May says:

    Beautiful line:
    “Moss,
    vibrant green pulsed
    with russet, is eating
    the roof.”

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