One Poem by Lorraine Carey

City

I caught snowflakes on my lashes,
blinked away a heavy memory,
speed walked those city streets for heat
to thaw out my feet
and surrender
to my caffeine craving.

In panda eyed oblivion, the kind barista
whispered my mascara had ran,
as I eye balled the counter
for my reflection, my pocket for a tissue.
With retrospection in Toronto
I wasn’t worthy a second glance,
the isolation of anonymity,
a monster of its own.

 

Lorraine Carey’s poetry and art are widely published in journals and anthologies including Poetry Ireland Review, Orbis, The Honest Ulsterman, Prole, Smithereens and on Poethead. Shortlisted in several competitions, she has contributed poetry to many anthologies. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her debut collection is From Doll House Windows (Revival Press).

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