Poetry by Corinna Underwood
Through a lonely, stagnant year
I’ve missed the changing seasons,
passing only from silent chill
to stifling porous heat;
tired of banging around in a hollow drum.
Suddenly storming with unexpected tenderness,
my lips become unstitched.
At last I have stories untold.
I am turning with the leaves,
not falling but slow-drifting,
so, catch me in your arms,
I am coming home to stay
Corinna Underwood is a British author currently residing in Rome, Georgia. Along with poetry, she writes short stories and novels in the magical realism, mystery, and horror genres. Visit www.ambiguousmedia.net.
