Now and Then
“If things are real, then they are there all the time.”
from C.S. Lewis’s The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe
. . . so at the wardrobe she stretched
her hands into the thick
of fluffed fur,
and buried her face
in its endless layers,
where warmth hung
and she believed
in the snug
of deep-timbered
darkness,
every limb,
breathing
the songs
of wooded worlds
while at this wood desk I reach
for what is hung
above what I pen,
a lily
painted
in oyster white
wrapping me in limb,
a robe of petals
unfurling
its golden heart
within the whimsy
of grassland wind
beneath the same skies
trusting light
to throw wide
today’s leaves
with tomorrow’s
then . . .
Lee Kiblinger is a late blooming poet from Tyler, Texas who graduated with a B.A. and M.Ed. from Vanderbilt University. She has taught literature and writing courses for several years. She spends time traveling with her husband, laughing with her three adulting children, grading essays, playing mahjong, and delighting in words with Rabbit Room poets. Her work can be found in The Windhover, Solum Journal, Heart of Flesh, Ekstasis, Clayjar Review, The Way Back to Ourselves, and others. She writes at http://www.ripplesoflaughter.com.
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