The poetry of Peggy Carter

Pandora’s Box

We talk of evil in the world–
the encircling horrors

but at the last
the final thing that flutters out

not
hope

but
love…

The look
of love

touches the face
and
breaches
the heart

grief will vanish when
love

shows its
self

 

 

 

Missing

hands reach
for your touch on
my face

your lips
possess me
count me
as
yours

ah

sweetness was
ours
once

I want you back.

All of you
everything I loved about
you

there is no promise
for us now

I am flung against
the wall
of
your
death.


Peggy Carter is a 74 year old wife, mother, grandmother, retired RN and of course, poet. Many workshops have brought her to this place. Her life experiences form the platform for her poetry. And she has found inspiration in her daily rounds. She  has been published in Bellowing Ark, Decanto, The Stray  Branch, Crooked Teeth Literary Magazine, Red Fez, Black Poppy Review, Poppy Road Review and several anthologies.

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