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  • Lisa Roullard
    • Aug 29, 2019
    • 1 min read

"Wrought"


her heart is her sleeve

diaphanous sinew

home and breathing

her heart

cloaks her

purple and embroidered

with veins

stitchery of bloodline

her body a sampler

of how

we might love

ancestors breathing

their silver-eyed needles leaping

the skin’s linen

pressed by a line

of lined hands

Lisa Roullard’s poetry has recently appeared in Rock & Sling, Hawaii Pacific Review, and StringTown. It has also appeared on buses in Boise, Idaho, as part of Poetry in Motion. As often as possible she walks in the rain.


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