Birmingham
Poetry
Review
A Word from Heaney's
Translation of Beowulf
Hurt-in-hidingsounds like the name of a flower,
white at the petals' tips,
almost transparent,
like blue thin milk,
a white that deepens to a thick cream
which somehow,
as only flowers can
bruises to a rich Italian night sky,
above Urbino, say.
The petals are few:
they droop,
sad as sex,
on a long slender
spring green stalk,
out-braved by the bolder,
bee seducing,
sun hungry thrusters.
--Patricia Waters
Patricia Waters has published in a number of literary journals, including BPR. Last year, she was the writer in residence in the University of Tennessee Libraries.
