Clouds Cento #5
A found poem, source: Clouds by
Aristophanes. Trans. Ian Johnson.
by Eileen Murphy
when
it rains
how
sweet it is
to
snuggle and snore
and
let your thinking loose—
with
thread
around
its foot
frogs
from pomegranate peel
fleas’
footprints
quivering
poplar leaves
are
laughing as plane trees
whisper
softly
to the elms
(it
may well be) you move on
to
physical desires
a
honey cake outside your wool blankets
the
one there with long hair
the
spinner of words
*
* * * *
A former Chicagolander, Eileen Murphy now lives 30
miles from Tampa. She received her Masters degree from Columbia College,
Chicago. She teaches literature and English at Polk State College in Lakeland
and has recently published poetry in Thirteen Myna Birds, Tinderbox (nominated
for Pushcart Prize), Yes Poetry, The American Journal of
Poetry, Rogue Agent, Deaf Poets Society, and
other journals.
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