July 15, 2018



by Susannah Violette


I dream of magpie
an oil slick in snow
dark sky and moonlight


her brittle nest lined
with ruddy fox fur
late summer grass
and rabbit
- whose bones make a cradle
for one egg


inside the egg

I guess

she laid her diamonds
cubic zirconia, broken glass
all the same under nights
- orange street lights


the rings on her clawed feet
also dangle from twigs,
like discarded ring-pulls


earrings make her an indian queen
her beak-nose shimmy shakes

she caw-caws


her throat rattled bangles
she was a bird-tambourine


I feed her bread and cinnamon buns
she pays me in rubies




Top photo cred: Natasha Miller,







Susannah Violette is an artist, silversmith, musician and poet and lives in the endless forests of Germany with her husband and two daughters.

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