Poetry by Lisa McCabe

             ​Alison CC




Belated Thank You To Saint Catherine

Two children play by a summer creek;
Girl games, skip stone, hide and seek.

While he watched us, and when we knew
We circled our wagons but he broke through.

I would like to speak of what came next, 
But remember only a breeze that vexed 

The poplar trees, an empty sky,
Moss, soft as any bed I’d lie,

A blackened sun, the stifled air,
Strange light behind your gold-spun hair,

The blue wing flash of an angry jay --
How when I said ‘Run’, you said ‘I’ll stay.’
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Lisa McCabe lives and writes in Lahave, Nova Scotia. She has published poetry in The Sewanee Review, HCE Review, The Orchards Poetry Journal, and Ekphrastic Review among other print and online journals.

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