Every Friday night we feature a short story, essay, personal narrative, poem,
spoken word, or short film for your enjoyment.
Tonight’s poem is from Mercedes Lawry
He was a renegade
and she was a renegade’s lover
and soon, there were little renegades,
cute as the dickens.
He had flair and nerve
and a fine set of muscles.
She was lanky and leaned on him
for all things practical and more.
They were often on the run.
They were good runners,
even the little ones with their short legs.
He did not fit in and now, neither
did she and certainly not the little ones,
though they’d have a chance, later,
to reform. He had a plan
and she trusted his plan
and the little ones had no idea about plans,
nor should they, at their ages.
They moved through the world
and right there, over their shoulders,
the world was showing its fangs.
Mercedes Lawry has published poetry in such journals as Poetry, Nimrod, Prairie Schooner, Poetry East, Natural Bridge, and others. Thrice-nominated for a Pushcart Prize, she’s published two chapbooks, most recently “Happy Darkness”. She’s also published short fiction, essays and stories and poems for children and lives in Seattle.