The Midnight Wife
The sea beyond her room, the sky, the wind
shivering the window glass with rain,
the stoic fir tree letting go a limb
while greener branches tremble, weathering
are all composed of greyscale agonies,
of all the unsaid things diminishing
and then snatched up by gulls and pulled through air
again. Again, old accusations hover,
unfettered by the frets of wood and water,
bending their wings, shadowing the earth,
while other regions warm to early spring
bursting in with zinnias and nasturtiums,
the only flowers she ever grew from seed…
except for these she picks until they bleed.
Cally Conan-Davies studied literature and psychology in Melbourne, Australia. She taught and practiced bibliotherapy before moving to the United States in 2012. Her poems have appeared, and are forthcoming, in Poetry, The New Criterion, The Hudson Review, The Virginia Quarterly Review, The Raintown Review, The Sewanee Review and The Southwest Review, among others. She has been nominated for The Pushcart Prize and Best of The Net. She lives in both Colorado and Oregon with her husband, David Mason, the current Poet Laureate of Colorado.