The pink years – a poem by Emalisa Rose

The pink years

For decades I’d watch you
with window eyes, through 
branches of blue birds and 
hailstorms at high noon, when
I feared you'd root up just like
Dorothy's house, from the same
earth that held you. This, as
I starred in my own melodrama...
the pink years, the lapsed years and
years marking deep in the marrow 
believing that you felt me too
in the curve of your cradling bough.

When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting with macrame. She volunteers in animal rescue tending to cat colonies in the neighborhood. She walks with a birding group on weekends. Living by a beach town, is inspiration for her art and poetry. Some of her poems have appeared in Writing in a Woman’s Voice, Amethyst Review, The Rye Whiskey Review. Her latest collection is Ten random wrens, published by Maverick Duck Press.