Poetry by Cindy O'Quinn

Seasonal Glass
 
i looked through the window
its pane held no glass
a look into the future
caused me to dwell
too long in the past
 
touching the ragged edges
drew blood
and created tears
a life with many scars
far too many for my years
 
scattered like ice crystals
blown into nervous winds
covering worry’s glass
burning fingertips
that linger with no end

Lost

when i was lost like alice
i found that i was mad
much like the hatter

i flushed my dreams
down a flooded rabbit hole
something bad took root

and grew to be ten feet tall
all the pretty horses
painted shades of twenty colors

floated up to greet me
on top of tomorrow’s rainbow
in the shallow waters beneath

i rode away
on the tail of a cheshire cat
life’s dues marked fully paid

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Cindy O'Quinn is the author of Dark Cloud on Naked Creek, and Return to Graveyard Dust. Cindy's poems and short stories have been published by Rat's Ass Review, Dark Petals, Blood Moon Rising Magazine, Sanitarium Magazine, and several other journals and anthologies. You can follow her on Facebook for updates @CindyOQuinnWriter