KARIN MOLDE
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POETRY
Image by Inge Poelman
I dream myself into the map of Tanzania
curl up in your outline. Your borders
swell when I inhale; sink with my sigh.
Legs pulled up to the chest, I press
myself into the dust. My back
rests against Kilimanjaro, my belly,
heavy with rocks of longing, melts
into your heartland. I stretch my arm,
rest my head, hair braided with algae
in Lake Victoria. When I touch
my breast, milk floats down dry riverbeds,
trickles reach Lake Tanganyika, mix with waters
for ibis and hippopotamus.
I dream myself into the map of Tanzania,
suck the salty skin on the inside of my elbow
while one foot dips into the Indian Ocean.
Dog roses, May 1945
for Jörg
She whispers botanical names like codes:
for bluebell, forget-me-not, marguerite.
You see her making a wreath from dog rose
for your father’s portrait. You look at those.
In your six-year-old mind one thing on repeat;
she whispers botanical names like codes.
When will Papa come home? You pose
that question. Far afield, you hear a lamb bleat.
You see her making a wreath from dog rose.
Uncle B. also hasn’t returned yet, she consoles
her son. Then a soldier returns with news, —-
She whispers botanical names. Like codes
of Morse they repeat loyalty never erodes.
He’s spared the questioning of principle, defeat.
She whispers botanical names like codes.
You see her making a wreath from dog rose.
Moonlight Serenade
“Don’t!“ you shouted too loudly
when I stuck my toe into the full moon
emanating its strange light
in this balmy dark June night.
It was softer than expected.
“But it’s you who started it“, I laughed.
You hauled her in on a string
of soft sounds, words smooth
from being sucked for decades
with too much longing.
So there it lay right in front of our feet.
We both breathed helium air,
giddily kicked the moon ball,
chased it giggling through the streets,
across the market square.
Then down to the river.
Out of breath we watched it float
on its own watery light,
hand in hand, our moon masks
facing out.
Karin Molde feels at home in Ireland and Germany. She teaches languages and has published in magazines, both print and online, like Skylight 47, Honest Ulsterman, The Wild Word, and in anthologies, e.g. Everything that can happen. (Emma Press, 2019), Identity (Fly on the Wall, 2020), Remembering Toni Morrison (Moonstone Press, 2020), New Beginnings (Renard Press, 2021), and Ukraine War Special Edition (Poetica Review, 2022). Her chapbook “Self-Portrait with Sheep Skull” was published with Moonstone Press, 2023.
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