"Immaculata"

The edge of rain is leery of jaggedness.

A blur, she wears salt and shakes like a

watched pot out where our star is falling.

A brightening of swallows rumbles through.

Watershed awnings of riverbed shale

spread-eagle to the elements. See her blood clay,

her immaculate green. See the devil’s wife.


About the author:

L.Ward Abel, poet, composer and performer of music, teacher, retired lawyer, lives in rural Georgia, has been published hundreds of times in print and online, and is the author of Peach Box and Verge(Little Poem Press, 2003), Jonesing For Byzantium (UK Authors Press, 2006), The Heat of Blooming (Pudding House Press, 2008), Torn Sky Bleeding Blue(erbacce-Press, 2010), American Bruise (Parallel Press, 2012), Cousins Over Colder Fields (Finishing Line Press, 2013), Roseorange (Flutter Press, 2013), Little Town gods (Folded Word Press, 2016), and the forthcoming Digby Roundabout (Aldrich Press, 2017).

L.Ward Abel