A ring of bluebells
hushes the Ravine: on rough dirt
water runs by; birds trill along;
squirrels hurry ahead.
behind Ancient Schist, we spy
his bared young hips
swaying: back, forth, in grotto’s shade,
her hidden mouth.
Sarah Key has had poems published in Poet Lore, Naugatuck River Review, and Enizagam. She has studied at Cave Canem with Eduardo Corral and in master workshops with Sharon Dolin and others. Currently, she has seven essays on The Huffington Post. Her blogspot at The Huffington Post is here.