poetry is more than a rant
more than your feelings in spring flood
more than alliteration lined up slyly sibilant
more than careful thesaurus substitutions
now, forthwith, straightaway—more
than intimate wandering
zigzag traumas shocked & dashed
more, much more, than merely
observe & replay with photo realism
she sighs, hand waving shepherds know
never move a flock at dusk
every snap is a wild wolf maw
every shadow, a leg-break ditch
wide-eyed sheep can’t tell the difference
Ren Pike grew up in Newfoundland. Through sheer luck, she was born into a family who understood the exceptional value of a library card. Her work has appeared in journals such as Riddle Fence, Sublunary Review, and IceFloe Press. When she is not writing, she wrangles data for non-profit organizations in Calgary, Canada. http://rpike.mm.st/ You can find her on Twitter @sputta