Poetry by Meredith Stewart Kirkwood
A tree crown of steam an invitation to perch in this now. *** Sage curls unwind in my cup love is the shape of spent leaves. *** The song with the ache in it. A balm for the song you remember after we have been together so long only heat can release it. *** Liquid warms the throat of my wordless appeal opening wider waiting for the kettle’s whistle’s highest pitch. *** My fingers curled around the cup know the shape of your hip how it will walk you all day. I envy your hip you envy my cup.
Meredith Stewart Kirkwood’s recent work has appeared in Eastern Iowa Review, Right Hand Pointing, Atlanta Review, Rock & Sling, Windfall, and others. She lives in the Lents neighborhood of Portland, Oregon where she co-hosts a poetry reading series at the farmers’ market. Find her on the web at mkirkwoodblog.wordpress.com.