Jeanne Shannon

rain raucous along the roof
Under copper-gold trees
a woman feeds acorns to a tiger
Light foams in a blue bowl,
a cloud of bees
In the throat of a bell,
birdsong and fire
Rosary plant in a red pot,
its tendrils
green serpents
The street outside
roars with silence
Petals open,
small doorways
into the afterlife
In the heart of the rose
it is always dark

The Star on The Hunter’s Shoulder
Last night we gazed at Orion.
An astronomer told us
that Betelgeuse may burst
into a supernova
next week
a thousand years from now.
Or that already
it may have done so.
And who can tell
when the light
will reach us?

Jeanne Shannon lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Her work, including poetry, fiction, and memoir essays, has appeared in numerous small-press and university publications. She is the author of four full-length collections and several chapbooks.