High Alert


Pressing anxious paws against my lower arm,
she marks my skin,
3kg of stiletto feet.

Easily startled, nerves like gum,
she twitches like a bird:
permanent fight or flight.

Even asleep, she is awake
and I worry:
what does this do to her?

by Rebecca L. Atherton


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Inclement Weather Front

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This week, it’s been unseasonably cold.

In the mornings, the water is frozen,
the washing machine fails to function
and the flat doesn’t heat up.

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Afoot


There is a green plaster on my balcony
that wasn’t there before.

And last night there was a freak hailstorm
that earlier wasn’t predicted.

In my neighbourhood,
strange things are happening.

by Rebecca L. Atherton
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Departure

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To take the edge off,
I turn on the heat
and plant candles throughout the house.

The world recedes…
Behind veiled windows,
it becomes night.

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Waves against rock


 
All day my manicure has fallen off.
It is black.
I take this as a sign:

another shadow has lifted,
a beautiful sunset at the end of a day
of waves against rock.

by Rebecca L. Atherton

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November 8, 7pm.


 
Wrapped in coats and scarves,
pensioners stretch their limbs beneath a leaden sky,
while streetlamps struggle to permeate
the darkness with their light.

In America, people cast their vote
in the general election
and I wake to a world gone mad.

by Rebecca L. Atherton

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Anticipating greatness


 
Tonight, it’s a full moon.
Tomorrow, it’s going to be 28 degrees.

Like a child on Christmas Eve,
I am excited.

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Mixed Emotions

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Yesterday it was sunny
and I basked like a cat.

Today I am listening to the rain come down
while inside different parts of me cry.

by Rebecca L. Atherton

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Discontent


 
The sky is weeping and I am sad
but the trees are happy to see rain.

Inside the house, mosquitos gather around the ceiling light
and later they will torment me again.

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Clouds


 
In August, I am sad,
sensing the end of summer.

In September, I am restless,
unsure of what to expect.

Come October, I hope to feel better:
that which I fear, here.

by Rebecca L. Atherton

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