“poem” broadside #303: “to fret thy soul with crosses and with cares,” by Christine McNair

1.

interspliced – my fingers lick

dashboard drip syrup lose venue

slip diagonal beneath

stringed instruments

soft sand sucks toes

black bays my hips

tilt to the wash of it

shoe blunt with beach

my perpetual chafe of

wet

2.

fae folk require raw cherries

devilish red sticky

goblin

3.

shoulder span cool

stone sweet there’s

no ocean where there’s

no ocean no ocean

my tongue coasts

4.

beloved bellatrix

beautiful belladonna

flash fictions

5.

my heart’s root hem lonely

sweet murmur

“to fret thy soul with crosses and with cares”

by Christine McNair

Produced for small press fairs Toronto + Ottawa, June 2011

above/ground press broadside #303

Christine McNair’s work has appeared in The Antigonish Review, Prairie Fire, ditchpoetry.com, CV2, the Bywords Quarterly Journal, Descant, Arc, and a few other places. She is one of the hosts of CKCU's Literary Landscapes and works as a book doctor in Ottawa. http://cartywheel.wordpress.com