Featured Poem / Fall/Winter 2015
We were three—
spun from cocoons and launched,
wingless, into the moonlit
night. Three sisters
who slipped out the back door
in our Sugar Plum nightgowns—who
flew high and higher
scraping the stars.
I remember laughter—
tangled hair—the porch light
snapped on—Dad shouting
“Get in the house”—
and brooding chains that clanked
hard when we ran,
barefoot and oblivious,
into the house.
Pamela R. Anderson is a part-time poet and full-time fundraiser for Kent State University
in Kent, Ohio. She has her MFA from the Northeast Ohio Master of Fine Arts Program, and
her poetry has been published in a number of literary magazines. These days, she is known
as a Holocaust Poet for poems focused on Czechoslovakia in 1938-1945.