Three Poems by M.F Nagel

Love or a trick of light

Somewhere
East of the the
pale moons of twilight
Cometh the iceman
Sing ‘in memory in vespers’
In sacrarium; in sacrarium
(Has herself – himself – given whole life all pleasures
For sale at large
The great or last~sacre, the right to insurrect,
Resign oneself to parting with
accuracy to vividness)

Memory the great betrayer
Betrayer
Between the naked and the dead.

A handful of ashes
Burns white into day
Burns
Grey into night.

Love or a trick of light.

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There are mountains

There are mountains
In my soul
mountains
Craved in ice and gold
Unconquered;
Still.

The old ones
Call my name
Reach
Climb
Break trail
Know the age
Of
Cave and calf
Recede retreat
Scale the highest peaks
Leave a low valley

There are mountains
In my soul
Mountains
Craved in ice and gold
Unconquered;
Still.

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The’re was a Kro0k-ed- clock

The`re was a Kro0k-Ed-clock
craved Of Krook-Ed-Bells.
Hung up on
A Kr0ok-Ed-wall
In the h all of a          Kro0k-Ed h0u~se

Say’ing ~mine~ Chimes
All in krook-Ed time
Tic. Key .    T o c . tic. K ey-ed.
T e l – l i n g
~mine~Kr00k-Ed~Time. In krook-ed BELLs
Say’in~mime~chimes
All` in
Krooked- Rime.

TickityTocked.

There was a Kro0ked- clock

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 About the author:

m.f. nagel was born in Anchorage Alaska. Her Athabaskan and Eyak heritage gave her a love of poetry. m.f. now lives and writes near the banks of the Matanuska river in the Palmer Butte, Alaska, where the moose, wild dog roses and salmonberries Provide unending joy and inspiration. Her poems have appeared in such places as, Boston Literary, S/tick, Moon Magazine, Istanbul Review, Belleville Park Pages, Alaska Women speak, Word Riot, Poetry Quarterly, Camel Saloon, Amsterdam Quarterly and Mediterranean Poetry.

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