Early morning crowd,

black winter herd, hunched

as if protecting warm bellies.  

 

A quiet rain, a million

probing fingers on grey

speckled blue pebbles.

 

Watering wordless faces    

like urgent scutterings.

Silver spiders painting        

stories that catch light.      

 

Expectant seeds, like coals      

curled under cold cheeks

wafting wood-smoke plum.

 

Stir blue-green veins  

latticed over unpeeled layers

stretching through snow, burst

of blood red poppies.  

 

She looks up, open-mouthed

rain and laughter

gather, overflowing.

Mei Yan is a Singaporean poet at the crossroads of cultures. Her love of travel, nature and finding the sacred in the everyday inspires many of her poems. Mei’s poetry has been featured in publications like the San Pedro River Review and The Connotation Press. Her work has also been nominated for The Pushcart Prize. More poems on @lipstickandmiracles  

 

 

 

 

 

 

MIRACLE

Mei Yan

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