Issue 7 - Sara Clancy

Four Rooms


I had a room

made of lilac sprays,

fireflies, bed ruffles


and rows of eyes


that fastened


me to my


future.

I had a room


made of pond water,


where duckweed leaned

above me like a fort

and on the surface


possum nails clicked

the sandstone path

like falling jacks.

I had a room


made of lyrics


scrawled on the slanted eaves


of my adolescence


and they demanded

immediate

and euphonious

justice.



I have a room


made of worry,

king snakes and coatimundi


and I'm here to tell you

that from the inside

these saguaro ribs

look like bars. 


--Sara Clancy

Sara Clancy's poems have appeared or are forthcoming in various journals such as The Smoking Poet, Poetry Breakfast, Teemings, The Madison Review and Houseboat. She lives in the Desert Southwest with her husband, their dog and a 20 year old goldfish named Darryl.

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