The Poetry of Dawnell Harrison

Dawnell Harrison Bio:

Dawnell has been published in over 65 magazines and journals including The Endicott Review, Fowl Feathered Review, The Bitchin' Kitsch, Vox Poetica, Abbey, Iconoclast, Puckerbrush Review, Nerve Cowboy, Mobius, and many others.Also, he has had 3 books of poetry published through reputable publishers titled Voyager, The maverick posse, and The fire behind my eyes.

A wintry fever

I feel the chill of winter

In the white marrow of my bones –

A wintry fever.

The cold winds steers through ice

Like an ax to wood.

I lay on the bed,

My pallor as bleached as death –

No respite from the long, wide

Cold of the night.

The love’s run dry but the moon

Cradles me like a great white Madonna.

Lost

Moonlight licks the back

Doorstep eaves.

Shadows whisper

In the deep dark hole

Of the night.

Lost in a black space

The roses bleed the

Backyard red.

The night swallows me

In a quivering circle.

Reflection

The reflection of garnets

Darkens in the sullen night

Of your eyes.

Once they were little crushed

Diamonds of light.

Your body is a stream

That leave me holding

Emptiness.

Your eyes are winters

Glazed in ice.

The world whitens

Under the ashes

Of your memories.

 

Autumn grows cold

autumn grow cold,
water-hooded mother.

mornings diffuse
into  somnolence.

the sun fires too late
as the moor laments.

frost thickens on the grass.
the gift of plenitude
has no house here.

Summer

The yard is plump

With a plethora of petals.

White magnolias

With their opaque veneers

Cast a white shadow

In their abundance.

A turtle dove rudders down.

Sand colored feathers

Are being arranged and

Rearranged in the first

Glimpse of summertime.

Blackberries darken.

Their succulent juices

Are ready to burst forth

Into wanting mouths

With their juices staining

Your hands like purple

Colored blood.

Clean linen on the clothesline

Throw its stark white

Bleached scent

Into the flowery air.

Summer has a hearty

Home here.