Two Poems by Mary Kathryn Jablonski

In the Lion’s Den

Your prayers saved you once. Interpreter
of dreams, decipher these: empty boat,
unhinged door, flooded room. Fears grow under
a Leo moon. Pull your robe close; it can-
not tame this chill. Night visions will assault
you once again: beasts whose many horns make
way for horns, horns with penetrating
human eyes that seek you. Beasts with iron teeth
consuming those that had dominion. What
worse could your god conceive? A creature called
desire who speaks without words and makes you roil
in the night, your body no longer your own.
When they call your name at daybreak, when they
roll away the stone sealed with a ring,
will you have become the one to fear?


A Marriage Made in Heaven

Grandmother used to scold,
Laugh all day, go to bed weeping,
looking for a place to stockpile shame.
Today the trees are starved far beyond recognition.
What prescription is their remedy?
Two mornings of rain in veils across the lake.
You leave poems at the door like beautiful dead mice,
dark orphans stained with loss, they give their eyes to light,
as we leave behind the black holes where love sleeps.


Visual artist/poet Mary Kathryn Jablonski has been a contributor at Numero Cinq magazine and is author of the chapbook To the Husband I Have Not Yet Met. Her poems have appeared in numerous literary journals including Salmagundi, Beloit Poetry Journal, Slipstream, and Blueline, among others. Her artwork has been exhibited throughout the Northeast and is held in public and private collections.

Featured Image by Robbie Masso. Find him on Facebook, instagram, and his website.

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