Poem-A-Week
Reverie
by Marie Marchand
Poems come to me in the dark
when my eyes are healed
when I do not distinguish
my body from the air.
In a dream the poems come.
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When I awake, the words fall
from my skin and I forget
the misty-eyes soliloquies
composed like Keats
though I remember him.
​
I always remember John Keats
who led me through the
forest to the emerald
inside the rock, our true love
carved in stone.
​
Holding his hand
I traipsed in the wake
of his tousled amber hair.
He wrote odes among
the trees for me.
​
When you believe in
reincarnation,
anything is possible.
Love can be written
centuries apart.
Marie Marchand (she/her) has been published in Catamaran Literary Reader, California Quarterly, Paterson Literary Review, Tiny Seed Journal, High Plains Register, and numerous chapbooks. Her new book, Gifts to the Attentive, will be published in 2022 by Winter Goose Publishing. Her first collection, Pink Sunset Luminaries, was published in 2018. Read more at mishiepoet.com and follow her @mishiepoet.