Friday, August 30, 2024

Midnight on Royal Street by Connie Johnson


naked in moonlight 

an unassailable moment 


tonight is a river of wine 

and what passes for salvation 

violet noir magenta and 

bleu de france


everything feels translucent 


the birds that fly only at midnight 

flutter atop a willow tree 

on Royal Street 


and in this moment you are 

my lonely palette of grays and indigo

I am a musical murmur of voices in the court 

where all seven of your sisters reside





Connie Johnson is a Los Angeles, CA-based Pushcart Prize nominee whose poetry has appeared in San Pedro River Review, Syncopation Literary Journal, Cholla Needles,  The Rye Whiskey Review,    and Writing in a Woman’s Voice. Everything is Distant Now (Blue Horse Press), her debut poetry collection, is available on Amazon; In a Place of Dreams, her digital album/chapbook, can be found at www.jerryjazzmusician.com    

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