Sea Roses and Bendy Old Tree Roots
We walked along a wiggly path
to nowhere in particular:
to the pristine town, maybe,
or to the red-capped lighthouse, certainly,
while out in the Atlantic, sparks of light
glinted at us, most definitely -
a full sky reminder
That we once played on those jumbles of rocks --
algaed fairy pools between them,
filling up and emptying out in a rush --
as if we would not wrinkle or gray,
as if immortal,
part of the infinite ocean
salting our bodies
in a hearty brine.
Emily Alston-Follansbee (she/her) wrote her first poem, entitled “Love,” on a tiny piece of paper in 1972; poetry has always felt like a form of music for her. She was a teacher for many years and she raised two children who became lovely adults. In 2020 Emily developed a neurological illness and she has been disabled since then. She lives in Maynard, Massachusetts with her cheery husband and two goofy dogs. Emily’s writing can be found – or is forthcoming in – Grand Journal, Avalon Literary Review, Freshwater Literary Review, The Words Faire and NOVUS Literary Arts Journal.
Amethyst Review 