Sharmagne Leland-st john

Evolution

I swim near summer shadows Glide over dappled shoals Keeping to the fluid shallows Reminiscent of the womb Where I learned to swallow Gulps Of tantalising air In the amniotic sac Where I shed

I Said Coffee

I said coffee I didn’t say, “would you Like to cup My warm Soft breasts In your Un-calloused, Long, Tapered, Ring less fingered Hands?” I said coffee I didn’t say, “would you Like to

Wild Dark Love Song

Her man, A wild dark love song Borne deep within her gypsy soul He’s gone to live in jagged mountains Where salmon jump and sing In tarns High above The cloud lines Beyond the

Tiny Warrior

You never saw the spring my love Or the red tailed hawk circling high above On feathered wings my love You only knew the snow You never saw the prairie grasses bend and blow

There Were Dry Red Days

by Sharmagne Leland-St. John There were dry red days Devoid of clouds Devoid of breeze Sound bruised My burning bones Dirt cracked my hands And caked my cheeks No buds on limbs of trees