X/III/MMXVII [Poetry]

This is a poem by Maureen Alsop. 

I was the trauma inside betrayal, the elm tree’s secondment to sea from field. Code-switching, I parted the grass. When the lungs settle there is a betoken ringing, a holy sphere where the meadow-body lay. I was in love with the season’s alarm— transparent blossoms, snow’s reckoning.


Maureen Alsop, PhD, holds a BA in English and Psychology, an MFA in creative writing from Vermont College and is the author of four poetry books, most recently Mirror Inside Coffin. Her poems have appeared widely including journals such as Diagram, AGNI, Cortland Review, Superstition ReviewBlackbird, Memorious and Barrow Street among others.

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