The Madonna

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Contributor: Dawnell Harrison
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I move slowly in the sleepless wind
and can feel a chill in the marrow

of my bones.
The shadow of a ghost or God stalks

me down to the end of the alley as
snow crackles under my heavy,

black leather boots.
The white bone of the moon protects

me like a great Madonna -
her eyes gentled on me like
two candles.

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I have been published in over 75 journals and magazines including The Tower Journal, The Endicott Review, Queen's Quarterly, Nerve Cowboy, and The Puckerbrush Review among many others. Also, I have had 3 books of poetry published titled Voyager, The maverick posse, and The fire behind my eyes.


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