“Losing Babies,” a poem by Margaret Rogal.
“… girls in their angel boxes, she and she and she …”
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Losing Babies
for Laura and Adam
Soft as buttermilk, smooth
butterball, bright as lemon
yellow button, angel cake, angel-of-the-fields
bless the cows, the garlic
lettuces and squash
butternut, butter soul, her soul
hopping into your soul, fluttery, shimmering
as quick as a leaf
turning, topsy-turvy
overleaf, storybook, fairytale
here, gone, here
alights, astir, aquiver
dew-jewels ablaze
barefoot, on-the-wing
Sunset Hill, Quill Hill, Shampeny Hill
girls in their angel boxes, she and she and she
buttercups, teacups, demitasse
butterflydom splendor, butterflyness shy
visit us, flowerbuds
from your buttersky.
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Margaret Rogal’s poetry has been featured in Plainsongs, Earth’s Daughters, and Zig Zag Lit Mag.
