Three Merriconeag Poets Honored at at 2011 Poetry Festival
by Leif Anderson
Murky oval window
knees crushed like broken tree branches
eating single-serving of poorly salted nuts,
and lukewarm high altitude carbonation.
His meaty arm advances slowly
across the armrest,
snoring flecks of stringy saliva
tremor and gleam in harsh white light.
My elbow tries vainly to hold position,
slipping fast under forceful lipid mountains.
The space between us swells and falls,
rigid armrest drawn sharply across.
Our arms silently fall into dance,
giving and taking back inches of slick plastic,
sickly swish of fabrics our only conversation.
After nine restless eye-ball aching hours, I
still don't know his name, or
if he likes salted nuts and soda.
by Jeremy Colson
Strawberry skies and sherbet clouds.
A crepuscular punch bowl.
populate the Italianesque boulevard.
A quacking multitude of moustaches
flock south as jimmies on whipped cream.
Crumbling cobblestone crenellations
mix in a castle stew.
coat sealed wine bottles,
Next to a stack of vanilla wafers,
to be served abruptly and without warning.
I take a bite of polyurethane,
and chew slowly.
A drawbridge tongue mocks me,
so I trample it.
Flinging nonsense like anchovies,
I have seeded the courtyard with vocabulary.
This trans-dimensional blabbering
is pepperoni on pie.
Unfortunately deprived of ginger ale,
I wander into the gatehouse
And contemplate the meaning of beverage.
by Emma Rhodes-Armstrong
From the top of the hill I see it,
red and golden in all its splendor,
glimmering in the water
from the sprinkler
in someone's front yard.
It reflects on the walls of a white house,
turning it pink.
Even the trunks of the trees are tinged with it,
with that color so bright
that is has no name.
It lingers on the clouds,
on the sleek metal of passing cars,
on the wings of birds overhead as they soar
above the world
seeing it all from within it.
The world seems to be having a last moment
before the color fades
and the sky darkens into night.
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