Whaler’s Journal: Christina – a poem by Kyle Laws

Whaler’s Journal: Christina

Christina & I would meet
in a whaler’s shack after the season.
She would walk up from Cape May Town
gathering shells & carvings of bone,
her carryall full with the leavings of tide
that she took home & hung from walls
as though she was determined
to live under the surface of sea.

She would stand in the doorway,
the mid-afternoon sun illuminating
her outline, as if she knew
how she looked with the sun
dancing around her,
then heave her carryall
up on the old table,
slide out of her cape,
take out shells & polished stones
& broken pieces of harpoon,
place them on the perimeter
of the scarred table
& lie down among the debris,
her fingers curved
around a conch shell
she always held to her ear.

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Kyle Laws is based out of Steel City Art Works in Pueblo, CO where she directs Line/Circle: Women Poets in Performance. Her collections include Ride the Pink Horse (Stubborn Mule Press, 2019), Faces of Fishing Creek (Middle Creek Publishing, 2018), This Town: Poems of Correspondence with Jared Smith (Liquid Light Press, 2017), So Bright to Blind (Five Oaks Press, 2015), and Wildwood (Lummox Press, 2014). With eight nominations for a Pushcart Prize, her poems and essays have appeared in magazines and anthologies in the U.S., U.K., Canada, and Germany. She is editor and publisher of Casa de Cinco Hermanas Press.

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