the Neruda spell #9

my eyes weep violets and blood
my palms hold mountains and men

yet one touch of your hand
is like a promissory note

carved in agate on a high peak
tumbled in the heat of thawing falls

~ Anne Sorbie

Anne Sorbie was born in Paisley, Scotland and she lives and writes in Calgary. Her fiction has appeared in journals such as Geist and Other Voices. Anne’s first novel, Memoir of a Good Death, is forthcoming (September 2010) with Thistledown Press.

Read more of Anne Sorbie’s poetry:
some quaint perched aerie on the cliffs of time #2

Editor’s note: This poem is one of a series of ten “neruda spell” poems by Anne Sorbie that are being featured on blue skies poetry this week.

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