Two Poems by Mary Franklin


An image looms
of one long gone
as I awake

and it stays
deadlocked in my head
all day;

towards evening
relics of a smile
still linger on

and to prove it
at dinner I set
one extra plate.

Talking to the Dead

Stars stud the midnight sky –
turning a page in my mind
I ride the waves of reverie.

Your face appears on the border
of my dream, features chaotic
like shapes of cloud formations

or trees but undeniably you,
staring through frosted glass.
I can’t change the past

but I just want you to know
in the meadows of asphodel
where you languish

you’re still a person of interest
in my life and I’m running
out of time so I’ll make this brief –

there’s unfinished business to discuss;
if you’d like to come again sometime
I just want you to know, that’s fine.


Mary Franklin has had poetry published in numerous print and online magazines and anthologies including Ink Sweat and Tears, Iota, London Grip, Message in a Bottle, The Open Mouse and Three Drops from a Cauldron. She lives in Vancouver, British Columbia.

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