By Kathleen Holliday
For My Siblings
As if drought could ever empty it
the well of grief glimmers full
topped up like a bitter drink
we never ordered.
That last August on the farm
the water level in the well so low
we dipped buckets down
into the galvanized tank
beaded silver like sweat.
As if we could ever carry enough
water back to that house on fire.
Copyright Holliday 2023
Kathleen Holliday lives on an island in the Salish Sea. Her poems have appeared in The Bellingham Review, The Blue Nib Literary Magazine, Cathexis Northwest Press, New Ohio Review, Nimrod International Journal, Poet Lore, Poetry Super Highway, SHARK REEF, The Write Launch and other journals. She is a graduate of Augsburg University, Minneapolis, MN. Her chapbook, Putting My Ash on the Line, was published by Finishing Line Press, November 2020. Her second, Boatman, Pass By, will be published by Finishing Line Press in 2023.
All work by Kathleen Holliday