Sonnets by Kristin Garth
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Leo Lie
A squinty, smoking Leo leans against my chilly cheek sequestered to the floor. A photo movie Romeo condensed to four by six dimensions tells no more a story than the antiquated key I clench inside my hand. An echo ache murmured mistake, a mystery empty, elusive as this riddle room. What breaks it down: handwritten "ticket to the moon." Your Honeymooner threat about a box of oak unlocked, LA postmark, one I swoon since Gilbert Grape who sent a pic of cock. You took that picture with you yesterday. I'd lied ten years that it was thrown away. |
Prompted by this tweet:
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If the Star Fits
My browser, spheres of smiles against my phone a screen, black sky, night mode, so many stars. Such faces, flush with heat and glimmer, clone a sun's salvation, sequence stretched to Mars, but I pick you. Too cold to show a face, eclipse of avatar transfixed me to a tragedy gone crystallized in place of fuel. White dwarf projects reserves that you have saved for imitating life. Display of dank deceit I disregard myself too much to doubt. A blight so bright betrayed by frigid, fingered rays that hanker health. Degenerating star, my light you stole. Your twinkling death that drains me to black hole. |
The Lady of the Log
She cradles secrets carved from trees. A flame demonic births a mystery. A jar of oil he makes a door in groves she blames for pain forever more. A ship to stars, a little girl, between two worlds and lakes of pearl. Returned to peaks with wrists tattooed she never speaks of, shaped, awake. A husband hers for just one day, a kiss that’s soot in smoke; a fire takes him away. Consumes, the coward, leaves just dust, inside a tree, a voice she trusts. An axe conveys a wooden child her sweater swaddle hides. From love belied by blaze her wedding day, a log is born with many things to say. |
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Kristin Garth is a poet from Pensacola and a sonnet stalker. In addition to Moonchild Magazine, her sonnets have stalked the pages of Anti-Heroin Chic, Fourth & Sycamore, Drunk Monkeys, The Visitant, Neologism Poetry Journal, Occulum and many other publications. Her sonnet dollhouse chapbook Pink Plastic House is available from Maverick Duck Press. Follow her on Twitter: @lolaandjolie and Medium: Medium.com/@lolaandjolie.
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