Rye Beach Springs


The smoke and mirrors of remembering

The smoke so thick, I could nail it

to the walls between lens and light


Parting the smoke between

yesterday and today

To see

Crooked lights on an edge of spring

A face behind every rock

And a lithograph of that cottage shivering in the

cold winds of April

Foamy winds bouncing off a chilled lake

Chattering spring

not able to find its footing

on a rocky beach of frosty sands


Cottages living in quiet shadows of neglect

Thin walls trembling

Living out their reprieves in life spans___ long past

winter hanging on with firm fingers


Remembering, remembering from far away

long lost springs.


Susan’s poems and fiction are on Eastown Fiction, Ken *Again, Penman Review, Inner Art Journal, Feathered Flounder, and Hurricane Press. In 2007, she won the grand prize for poetry from Oneswan.