Mary Franklin: Two poems

the continuous stroke

drawings dashed off
without lifting the pencil
that critics hearkened back
to 17th century Spanish calligraphers
inscribing baroque ornaments
without lifting their pens
but Picasso traced it back to Malaga
and all the suntanned children he saw
sketching in the sand
with a single stroke


In a dream
I died and returned
as an owl
watching you
from a bough through the window,
my lantern the moon.

I thought once
you knew it was me,
your wry smile.
I hooted
my concern, What did you do
with my poetry?

Copyright © Mary Franklin 2015

Mary Franklin has had poems published in Iota, The Open Mouse, Ink Sweat and Tears, London Grip, Message in a Bottle and various anthologies, including nothing left to burn by Ragged Raven Press.   Her tanka have appeared in poetry journals in Australia, Canada, UK and USA.  She lives in Vancouver, British Columbia.


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