By Doerthe Huth
Where My Spine Got in Shape
recently I found my way back to my own beginning on which the backbone of my life got in shape and hardened like liquid steel under river water A Industrial City - of all places? you asked. Why not Berlin, Syney or New York? Later I stood there, the certificate in my hands and left the first place I called home. The timeline is only moving forward - live, work, love I could have stayed a part of it pulled away like cargo instead against the current And yet time is bending back like grasses bow in the wind as if I've never been away or have never even been.
Beyond the Horizon
The first sunrays flourish on the horizon the landscape paints a wake-up picture The honking of a car crosses the watercolor painting and I feel you by my side Just like before when we drove to the wholesale market with the transporter around four in the morning to buy the best fruits and vegetables and to get the shop opened at 8 a.m. Raindrops on the asphalt refract the light as bright color spots a reflection of engine oil in the puddles like many little rainbows on the horizons.
I grew up in a garden of flowering plants everywhere seeding new beginnings every day. One day I'll give you a black rose, you said and the beginning of your search was almost the end. Into your grave I toss an artificially blackened rose. There has to be a new start instead, I think about the end and hope for a new beginning. Therefore I keep scattering flowerseeds.
Trip to a Community Reading
The whole trip is he talking about kittens for a full hour through the whole traffic jam in a running monologue Everyone tries to draw attention to another topic of conversation inevitably fails always the same train of thought: kitten Skillfully he steers to it again and again In doing so, we should talk about the community reading come to an agreement on the course of the reading on time, space, and change of speakers I am glad that it is not far to our destination. Finally, I activate the turn signal, and say: Here it is, we are there. For a few second nobody speaks the passengers orientate themselves in the dark Cool autumn air hits us We go around the car and take our bags and books from the trunk I press the button once to lock the car turn around and see on the steps of the house: a kitten.
Doerthe Huth is a writer from Germany and loves all kind of creative work. She holds an M.A. degree in German, Psychology and Computational Linguistics. In addition to several book publications about joy of life she is also represented with her literary writing in anthologies and magazines. Her poems are published or forthcoming in such as Otoliths, Writing In A Woman´s Voice, Poetica Review and Flapperpress. See her English website: https://doerthe-huth.jimdosite.com/