The poetry of Rachel George

The Gap

It’s in the gaps,

mistaken identities;
where my mind drifts away,
wrong turnings,
dropping my breath;
unknown strength.

It’s the difference in time
a minute lasts,
when I’m happy or bored.
The space between
two absent objects.

The gap is a memory,
a volcano in Holland,
equatorial snow;
nowhere on a map,

a never-ending line.




Venus and Saturn

Saturn crashes into Venus.
His platinum belt lassoes her.
Volcanoes erupt and fireballs shoot,
but the hula-hoop louche holds on.

Molten hot they merge.
They follow Saturn’s orbit,
smearing cherry streaks
over the stars and moon.

Amoeba forms in Saturn’s waters.
Its atmosphere explodes
icy jets of air into space.
Stellar clusters freeze and shatter.

Rachel George writes poems and short stories. She has been published in numerous journals and magazines including The New Writer, South Jersey Underground and Coe Review. She is working on a novel and has a Masters in Creative Writing.

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