by Gail Langstroth

I saw my soul become…

jar

cupboard
with a latch

jar with a screw-top
lid

in the beginning was . . .
a place to hold

I saw stuffed-in
to be stored/to be lived

I remember splinter
I remember the first bolt

          (inspired by a line from Jean Valentine’s poem “Annunciation”)

Yo vi a mi alma ser… 

tarro

alacena
con pestillo

tarro con tapa
enroscable

en el principio había . . .
un sitio para albergar

oprimido
para ser retenido/para ser vivido

yo recuerdo astilla
yo recuerdo el primer clavo

            (inspirada por un verso en el poema “Annunciation” por Jean Valentine)

For forty years, poet and eurythmist Gail Langstroth has collaborated and performed with international artists in North and South America, Japan, Spain, Germany, Russia, and Romania. She holds an MFA in Poetry from Drew University. She is part of Jan Beatty’s Voices in the Attic writing community. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Yemassee, Rust + Moth, Clay Bird Review, RUNE, and Passager Poetry. Visit her website at: http://www.wordmoves.com/