Lucien Darjeun Meadows
Broken Pantoum for Leaving Home
Running over fields since dawn
you carry my photographs
as I hold your trillium seeds
our note nailed to the front door
You carry my photographs
our note nailed to the front door
sending Mother to her knees
My thumb cut like an onion
red spray across the barn
sending Mother to her knees
Red spray across the barn
nothing like the river I feared
pink lace etched on your throat
My camera for your knife
I will find you a cave
pink lace etched on your throat
I will find you a cave
sister of moss and stone
under the paper wings of bats
To sleep through spring's unfolding
listen for the west wind
under the paper wings of bats
Listen for the west wind
as I hold your trillium seeds
dream of summer and horses
running over fields since dawn
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Lucien Darjeun Meadows was born in Virginia. His poetry has appeared in such journals as Hayden's Ferry Review and Quarterly West, been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, and won an Academy of American Poets Prize and the AWP Intro Journals Project. He is currently an MFA candidate at Southern Illinois University in Carbondale.
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