The Victorian Violet Press & Journal

Chrysalis

for Ron Meeks

 
Small, faded hull; stray
filaments like hair;
dry flesh so weak
the shake of a hand
might tear it—as if
it were unable to contain
what it will become;
thin slits, like eyes of one
near death, the sole
hint of bright life within
this shrunken husk;
it whispers with
each breath of wind,
we shall all be changed.

David Oestreich

lives in Northwest Ohio with his wife and three children.  In addition to writing, he enjoys fly-tying and photography.  He is also an amateur herpetologist and probably drives all the real herpetologists crazy.  His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Ruminate, Minnetonka Review, Hobble Creek Review, Eclectica, and Tar River Poetry.

Art ~ Oliver Rhys