Poem by Christina Murphy

Labyrinth

Jetties stoic in a sunset of drizzling rain and mist. Blue and bronze waves parade as miniature
seas, and all hearts regard the sea and the earth as home, even if home has no meaning in infinite
realms.

Deeply in moonlight, stars uncoil in silent patterns against a silver sky, knowing that
illuminations are required of all seaward beings. The calls of the seagulls over silent shores are
the flow of agency and transience. Isolation has the feel of another sea, and midnight is but one
mark of time’s indifference.

Within the blues of a night sky, dreams are locked into progressions timed by the tides and
nocturnes. Across the water, transformations originating in moonlight become a labyrinth of
golden flowers opening into all possible universes.

 

Photography © Allison Goldin
Photography © Allison Goldin

 

Christina Murphy lives and writes in a 100 year-old Arts and Crafts style house along the Ohio River in the USA. Her poetry is an exploration of consciousness as subjective experience, and her most recent work appears in PANK, La Fovea, Chicago Literati, Pear Noir! and Contemporary World Poetry. Her work has twice been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and for the 2012 Best of the Net Anthology.

Allison Goldin is an artist living in Cambridge. Her work is a collection of spontaneous drawings from the imagination. The most common link throughout her art are the semi-recognizable creatures scattered amongst and bringing together the surrounding doodles. She is currently studying Illustration at The School of Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.

 

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