New Poetry: From the Old World to the New World

Three new poems this week: ​all sad and touching in their own way. We start with dark fantasy - Sometimes Like Blood by Evelyn Deshane, before moving on to science fiction - Crossing and Memorial by Jeffrey Park.


Sometimes Like Blood

When it rains, the ghosts go outside.
The house's skeleton offers no refuge when
they can feel the rain water, sometimes like blood,
run through empty veins again.


* Evelyn Deshane has appeared in Plenitude Magazine, The Rusty Toque, and is forthcoming in Tesseracts 19: Superhero Universe. Evelyn (pron. Eve-a-lyn) received an MA from Trent University and currently studying for PhD at Waterloo University. For more information visit http://evedeshane.wordpress.com


Crossing

The great craft’s fusion pile
having gone cold 
centuries ago,
it continues its slow progress
between galaxies,
crew members feeding old books
into the firebox
one painful page at a time.
​

Memorial

I laid her to rest 
on the dark side of the moon,
gently covered her slender bones
with lunar dust
and piled-up rubble, 
and placed her pearly skull 
atop the cairn,
tipped slightly upwards.
That way, when chilly Neptune
ranges above the horizon,
the twin craters 
of her eye sockets
will once more be tinged 
with a familiar and much-beloved 
shade of blue.


*Jeffrey Park lives in Goettingen, Germany where he is Lecturer for Scientific English at the Georg-August-Universitaet. Links to all of his published work can be found at www.scribbles-and-dribbles.com