Varsha 2022 Poems - Swati Moheet Agrawal


Red Shoes

By Elizabeth Morse

Desired for dancing,
naked color in the streets
just after noon.
Only slipped off to go to bed,
where I sing to my love
in the narrow hours.


Walk a mile or don’t.
Shoes grow wings,
that glow in lamplight,
speak of joy to the pavement,
dancing for desire


Making Art

His paintings were struck by lightning,
face glowing, sticking out his tongue
to concentrate on applying color
thicker than Elmer’s Glue,
clotting on canvas like bodily fluids.


The colors threaten one another:
blue blood of horseshoe crabs,
yellow of taxicabs, orange of fires
set in crumbling brown buildings,
green of plastic forks and knives
at a raging fast food restaurant.


Sometimes we used to eat there.


When he left, the glowing furor,
the explosions, didn’t all go with him.


Elizabeth Morse is a poet who lives in New York’s East Village. Her work has been published in literary magazines such as Ginosko and Blue Mesa Review, as well as anthologies such as Crimes of the Beats. A poetry chapbook, The Future Is Now, was published by Linear Arts Press. She has her MFA from Brooklyn College and supports her poetry with a job in technology.


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