Tipton Poetry Journal – Winter 2021
Winter Light Jennifer Ruth Jackson Aurora borealis zigzags Crease night’s obsidian veil Stars stand apart White-faced pallbearers Shifting greens float like a Dancer’s dress baring Legs, granting peeks at Heaven’s skin Tearing grief and wonder From moon’s watchful Eye in frozen multicolor Faith
Astronomy in Time Jennifer Ruth Jackson We constructed a new moon with half-empty wine bottles and half-dead stars. Gazers, we rested our backs on a hill darker than the sky in its navy blazer. You were my Copernicus and I, your Galileo—all bright theories and significance. We cut slices of the universe and fed each other, grasping cosmos and hands decades apart.
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