Morning Meditations Mid-winter monarchs whispering wings, half-shadowed, bless hourless whiteness. A white robed monk chants. A frog croaks. A crow caw caws in winter’s warm rain. The pond’s iced over. Muskrats feed beneath my blades. We share bitter fruit. Today’s clouds a caul, and wombs an infant cradled in blue hues and gold. A mockingbird’s poem flutes syllables of love from night’s tallest oak tree. A palm warbler psalms. Heat lightening crowns the night. Terror strikes her dreams. Dawns pond’s ashen. A limping Limpkin screams repent repent all is woe. A billion locust swarm. Children starve. Cruise cancelled. Refund? One million. They get their millions back. Cruise cancelled. Children…billions starve. Locust swarming.
Moná Ó Loideáin Rochelle’s poetry can be found or is forthcoming in The Southern Review, Spiritus, Notre Dame Review, Southword, and Wales Haiku Journal. She volunteers for Médecins Sans Frontières. Visit: https://www.linkedin.com/in/monatheresalydon/