Moving Forward, Brittany Lenze


La boca de una niña llamada

Flore se mantiene abierta por el 

Viento, o un tope de puerta. 

En el umbral ella observa

Sonidos otoñales. Ella espera 

Por el niño llamado 

Picaflor (¡Picaflor!)

Inspector de las Flores.

En ti el nombre tararea (¡cucú!)

En ti las Flores cantan y mi alma en ellas    

Frunce el ceño cortésmente,

Trata de discutir el tiempo:

¿No están calientes los rayos de Dios hoy?

¿Por qué se llama la Flor de veinte pétalos?

Ella rió el viento mientras él bebió el

Néctar de la tarde 

Antes de darse cuenta 

Que alguien estaba

Detrás de ellos.

Twenty Petals and a Desperate Song 

The mouth of a girl called

Flower is kept open by the

wind, or a door stopper.

On the threshold she observes

autumnal sounds. She waits

for the boy called

Hummingbird! (Peekaboo!)

Flower inspector.

“In you the name hums (Cuckoo!)”

In you the flowers sing and my soul in them

frowns politely,

tries to discuss the weather:

aren’t God’s rays hot today?”

Since when did we start calling one Flower twenty?

She laughs wind while he drinks the

evening nectar

before they realize

someone is 

standing behind them.

About the Author

Benjamin Radcliffe · University of Connecticut

Benjamin Radcliffe started writing poems in the wake of his friend’s death six years ago, for which he was selected for the CT Student Poetry Circuit. He has a double Bachelor’s in English and Anthropology from the University of Connecticut. He now works as a beekeeper, sugarmaker, and pygmy horse caretaker at Brooksvale Park in Hamden, CT. He spends most of his time writing songs for the soft-rock band he’s going to make one day with his girlfriend. “Cempasúchil” was first published in Long River Review.

About the Artist

Brittany Lenze

Brittany Lenze received her BS in Ecology with minors in Environmental Science and Painting from Lycoming College and her MPS in Horticulture from Cornell University. Her love for the environment and nature has been a major influence in her art and photography. This piece first appeared in The Tributary.

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