| Raggedy Anne
Through the woolen locks of her limp red hair
will she conjure angels in the attic?—
He wonders as he climbs the creaking stair
to lay her in a shoe-box. Ecstatic
and enchanted is the look on her face
in the dim wake of his daughter's death.
She is too utterly fey to embrace
his grief—down seven years of fostered breath.
And her eyes are radiant as daybreak
aflame with glory of Eastertide,
as if mindless faith could raise or wake
the dead, or restore a rib to a side.
May she behold love in the shade pardon
her dead sister at play, and may she mark
an undivided tree in the garden
bright with birds, although he sees only dark. |
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- Leo Yankevich resides in Gliwicw, Poland. His latest
chapbook, available from Amazon.com, is The Golem of Gleiwitz. A 1999 Pushcart
Prize nominee, he has recent work in Artworld Quarterly, The Tennessee Review
and The University of Windsor Review.
- Beauty for Ashes Poetry Review ©1996-2000
- ©A Creative Ash Publication 2000
- Isaiah 61:1-3
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