Poetry – Anna Flurry

Skyscraper Roots

Seedling growing from cracks in concrete tiles

We speak of pulling up evil by the root,
But it’s not exactly what we mean […]

Slow Growth

Image Description: Photo of several trees whose branches are permanently twisted from the wind, continuing to grow from solid grey rock against a cloudy background.

I am an oak sapling
Slow growth
My roots are deeper and wider
Than I am high […]

This is a Bad Poem.

Image Description: Photo of a white llama against a grey stone background at Machu Picchu

This is a poem I don’t want to put on the Internet.
This poem
(Like most bad things)
I will keep to myself. […]

break

we say:
“the world”
“everyone”
“everything”

is broken […]

The ocean will cry for me

When I have no more tears to give
Her salt water heaves
In great sobs of emotion […]

Infinite Tale

Image Description: Multi-colored yarn hanging from the ceiling.

We each weave intricate narratives
About ourselves and our surroundings
The little explanations and stories
Describing who we are to ourselves […]

Up and Away

Image description: Yellow aspen leaves with blue sky in the background

My spirit quakes
Like a tremor of the earth
A snake
Sits in my throat
Winds its way down to my heart
And squeezes […]

She brushes her windswept hairAround her noble shouldersIt billows out in swirling patterns ofGrey and white as she prepares forHer nightly performance She smiles seductivelyEntices her azure lover closerWhispers in their ear until they blushA deep shade of cobalt She gigglesWinks her liquid golden eyeSwipes lipstick and eye shadow across her skinUnsure ifMagentaVioletTangerineOr rubyGoes bestContinue reading “The Extravaganza”

the lone trumpeter

feet firm and apartshoulders backeyes closedlips to metaland then – the note. golden chocolate andweeping swansslide through the bell a second noteglides from the firstfades into the third and a fourtha fiftha sixth they tumble from the wallsjumble in exquisite patternstussle in a game of music they roll down the aislescrawl into the seatsslumber inContinue reading “the lone trumpeter”