Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Three Poems by Heather M. Browne

Icicles hanging from our eaves
Slowly catching winter’s tears in frozen fingers.
Hundreds of sorrows dripped
Now trapped in iced memory.
We lick them to taste the sky and mourn the earth.
Breaking them off
Cracking their plight
Freeing them from their cascade of sorrow.
We hide them away from their memories.
To pull from freezer
On blazing summer days
When fire and burn is all we know.
To cool our tea
And remind us of pinecones and snow
And winter’s tears
Melting in summer sun.
My Mountain Hill
Sun came too quickly for my tired hill,
wanting longer to rest in blues and grays of stony night.
Waking achingly into softened salmon stretch
of morning light.  Gently rising,
maple oak to bask golden in new day dawn.
Looking upon my little hill, I see slumber
cuddling rock and crack in mossy blanket dawn.
My mountain yawns.



womb's warm

too open
hiding behind
leaf & branch

trickles through
cascading coral copper
saffron gold stained-glass
flutterings radiate
land a papered winded beat
upon his wings
softly stroking

breezes brushing
calming caress
mother's kiss
to touch
her lips
full, open
ready to fly

Heather M. Browne is a faith-based psychotherapist and recently emerged poet, published in the Orange Room, Boston Literary Review, Page & Spine, Eunoia Review, Poetry Quarterly, The Poetry Bus, Red Fez, Deep Water Literary Journal, Electric Windmill, Maelstrom, mad swirl, and Dual Coast.  Her first chapbook, We Look for Magic and Feed the Hungry has just been published by MCI. She just won the Nantucket Poetry Competition and will be featured on their website. She has been married 20 years to her love, has 2 amazing teens, and can be found frolicking in the waves.  Follow her:




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