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Tracy Rogers
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Archie Leach (A Midsummer Night's Dream)
Late night TV flickers in the corner
Three-piece suits and cigarette smoke
Tilted fedoras and crooked smiles
Remnants of a bygone era
No color illuminates the dark
But you know his hair was wavy and black,
His eyes the shade of bittersweet chocolate,
Just as you know what he will say next
You needn't turn the volume up
To hear the confident Cockney drawl
That sends shivers of pleasure down your
spine
And, you long for the days of cocktail
parties
When voluptuous women were in vogue
And sultry, sophisticated men their
playmates
Cassandra
And I feel it so keenly -
the flutter and stall of my heart
(if only for a brief moment)
that constriction in my throat
the exact moment when flesh fails
and person dissolves into apparition
I praise love and curse fate
that has attached me to sinking ships
placed these visions of splintered hulls
and capsizing frames in my mind evermore
Tracy M. Rogers is a poet, essayist, photographer and editor living in Fayetteville, Arkansas. She likes jazz music, crocheting and drinking green tea.
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