Sunday, March 20, 2016

Walking Past Mt. Calvary Cemetery in Winter--By Marianne Szlyk--United States

Walking Past Mt. Calvary Cemetery in Winter

The last snow (for now) melts under soft gray skies.
Even now it clings, like cobwebs, to corners.

The holly hedge’s red berries and sharp leaves
hold the eye until the next snowfall.

Geese graze for grubs on the hillside.
The size of toy ponies, they do not fly.

Just like the waxy magnolia, the spiky cypress,
the leafless, last black locust,

they persist.
Somewhere in the city a woman on a patio
spoons sorbet.  The nearby quince blooms.

Somewhere else a bronze head on a tabletop confronts
the indoor birds of paradise, the bittersweet.

Marianne Szlyk is the editor of The Song Is... Recently, she published her second chapbook, I Dream of Empathy, with Flutter Press. Her first, Listening to Electric Cambodia, Looking Up at Trees of Heaven, was published by Kind of a Hurricane Press. Her poems have appeared in Long Exposure, Of/with, bird's thumb, Solar Nation, Quill and Parchment, Silver Birch Press' series, Jellyfish Whispers, Napalm and Novocaine, Poppy Road Review, and other online and print venues including Kind of a Hurricane Press' anthologies.


  1. You really did a fine job, taking me to this special place, Marianne. Wonderful poem, from a true visionary.

  2. Thank you very much, Michael. :) My walk to work always inspires me.

  3. Lovely, Marianne. Your walk to work is amazing.

    Mary Jo

    1. Thank you very much, Mary Jo. :) Now I am walking past the start of spring!

  4. Enjoyed your piece quite a bit! Thanks for sharing.

  5. Dear Marianne,

    I enjoyed reading of your walk, your imagery is very well described which painted and vivid picture in my mind. PS I did remember this in a one liner you sent me in last July's activity.

    Sandra Stefanowich