Hobble Creek Review
| Deb Walz |
Mama’s Hands
Clear almond nails,
almost perfect skin ,a lilac leaf.
I fold my palm up close to hers
thumb the small diamond
impression in skin now 55 years.
My fingers longer
where they used to fit inside.
One hand in daddy’s, one in hers,
swinging away down main street.
Cupped my face,
stitched a hem,
penned her journals.
My fingers twine with hers,
even till the cold set in.
River Rock
This snow water is born atop Mt. Ypsilon.
Careens the eastern slope,
washes, sands my rough edges,
minutes over hours over days over centuries.
Time cannot flow fast enough for this river.
So strong, fierce at times, I’m heaved over myself.
Farther down the mountain, dead spruce let go and find me.
Ouzels hide among my shoulders.
Their young squawk above the roar,
flit about the couplets of spray,
like me, it’s all they’ve ever known.
My hide has grown smooth, body rounded,
adept at withstanding the true force.
Lichen and moss cling for protection .
Their grip, a suckling at the breast.
Clear almond nails,
almost perfect skin ,a lilac leaf.
I fold my palm up close to hers
thumb the small diamond
impression in skin now 55 years.
My fingers longer
where they used to fit inside.
One hand in daddy’s, one in hers,
swinging away down main street.
Cupped my face,
stitched a hem,
penned her journals.
My fingers twine with hers,
even till the cold set in.
River Rock
This snow water is born atop Mt. Ypsilon.
Careens the eastern slope,
washes, sands my rough edges,
minutes over hours over days over centuries.
Time cannot flow fast enough for this river.
So strong, fierce at times, I’m heaved over myself.
Farther down the mountain, dead spruce let go and find me.
Ouzels hide among my shoulders.
Their young squawk above the roar,
flit about the couplets of spray,
like me, it’s all they’ve ever known.
My hide has grown smooth, body rounded,
adept at withstanding the true force.
Lichen and moss cling for protection .
Their grip, a suckling at the breast.
Deb Walz lives in Lincoln, NE, where she attended the University of
Nebraska and has worked as a counselor for twenty-eight years. Her
work has been published in several reviews, including Plains Song
Review and in the anthologies Times of Sorrow, Times of Grace by
Backwaters Press and herstory by Elizapress.
Nebraska and has worked as a counselor for twenty-eight years. Her
work has been published in several reviews, including Plains Song
Review and in the anthologies Times of Sorrow, Times of Grace by
Backwaters Press and herstory by Elizapress.
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