Isabel Chenot
Echoes of Love
The house is creaking like a rocking chair.
I'm small again,
comforted by the sway of matter in a shift of air,
cosseted by wind.
Undulate earth, how do you slip your hum
around our roar
of concrete, needles, neon, wadded gum,
demented hungers, war,
discarded children? Your lap is full of us
and of our wrong.
How can you simplify the noise
to cradle our first song?
Bio
Isabel Chenot has loved and practiced poetry for as long as can remember. Her poems have been published in Shotglass and other places, and some of them are collected in The Joseph Tree, available from Wiseblood books.