I close my eyes you in a skiff facing seaward me at water’s edge holding the bow line I let go eyes open you bobbing in the slip a seagull squawking overhead Painting your face on a kite I’m holding a taut string conjuring a whirlwind I let go you twirling skyward in crazy circles smashing into the branches of a tree. serves you right for leaving |
AuthorNancy Harris McLelland taught creative writing, composition, and literature for over twenty years and Conducted writing workshops for the Western Folklife Center, Great Basin College , and the Great Basin Writing Project . An Elko County native with a background in ranching. McLelland has presented her "Poems from Tuscarora" Both at daytime and evening events at the Cowboy Poetry Gathering in Elko. Her essay, "Border Lands: Cowboy Poetry and the Literary Canon" is in the anthology Cowboy Poetry Matters . Categories |