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Four Poems By Raciel Alonso

 

 

ENCEPHALOCELE

 

The day it happened something

like a sigh left her. My mother ran

frantically from room to room

dusting everything, making noise

out of nothing at all,

but my sister would not hear it—

she wanted that voice to linger

inside her like the smell

of thunder in the air.

I heard she was a small blossom

of a child. Her brain, like pulp,

exposed to the cruelty of things.

I heard she could not bear

to be born among orange groves,

to be lost in their fields.

If you ask my sister she will

tell you it was hardly a choice.

What choice is there but to survive.

 

 

THE ORACLE'S CURSE

 

 

You have not wept in ages;

speak only in riddles,

incantations–a blinking of lips.

 

How many travelers have kissed

your feet for a safe passage

onward? Every time

 

your righteous sight turns

a star bursts in the heavens,

falls on your lap, lifts

the veil around all things unknown.

 

What a pity your reflection

turns your eyes to stone.

 

 

 

THE MAN WITHOUT LEGS WALKS UP THE STAIRS

 

sits on the couch, dreams himself

a soccer star on the edge of world renown.

He no longer believes in gods or doctors,

and instead worships the solitary

tree outside his window who imparts

the knowledge of stones.

The man without legs has altogether

forgotten the meaning of music.

He enjoys the white hum

of his electric wheelchair, has taken

to smoking cigarettes that shrink

his heart and paint his lungs

the color of ripe plums.

He knows he has become the dreadful stereotype,

the plastic soldier: the brave little thing

that cannot move save by the will of others.

 

TSUNAMI

The old couple in front of the television set

were watching a battle epic together.

He always loved them: the guns, the blood,

the grand heroic deeds and famous names.

Loud noise rumbled from speakers

their favorite son gifted him last Christmas,

and under their force the glass swan

on the table came to life in little earthquakes.

The woman at his side was never there.

She imagined somewhere in the world tectonic

plates kissed and when their lips parted

great waves dropped like ripe fruit.

That is how she fell out of love:

the ocean ebbed, revealed its tumors.

Then—with the force of years—crashed all around.

RACIEL ALONSO shares...

 

RACIEL ALONSO is a senior Spanish Literature major at the University of Florida. She was introduced to poetry at an early age by her father and started writing by the time she was 14 years old. "I've been published in several literary and online magazines including The Mangrove Review, Tea Literary Magazine and Centrifugal Eye."

RACIEL says, "The motivation behind my poems is fairly personal, but suffice it to say that each poem tries to capture an important episode in my life."