Poetry by Valentina Cano

Persephone

One look in his eyes and the flowers
she’d pressed to her hair crumbled to ash.
The black ink of his pupils
widening at her face,
pale,
a moon in the day time,
he fell back a step.
Then two.
Opening a channel between them,
slicing a vein across the floor.
She shuddered like a tree in winter,
all her hopes plunging to the floor
like dead leaves.

Urn

I keep my thoughts of you
in a ceramic jar.
It is cool, humid,
so that they grow mold
that resembles you.
Bitter and weightless
with the fur of wasted days
wrapped around you.
I keep the jar away,
up on a shelf I cannot reach.
And I sit and stare,
waiting for it inevitable
flight to the floor.

Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing from Miami who spends whatever free time either writing or reading. Her works have appeared in many reviews and magazines, like for instance Golden Sparrow Literary Review, Rem Magazine, Structo, The 22 Magazine, The Black Fox Literary Magazine, etc. You can find her here: http://carabosseslibrary.blogspot.com

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3 thoughts on “Poetry by Valentina Cano

  1. I am pausing…..considering….feeling……constricted by miasma and maelstrom….thankful for this…I pause again….and breathe once more. This jar will not break today, but I do feel ………………. mortal.

    Nice, Lilliana
    Tell Valentina to continue

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