When I see Kentucky sunrise,
when fog rises over hills or
rain falls on the knobs,
when I see an out-of-state license plate,
when the moon is full and clear
or the wind blows from the north,
I long to hear your voice,
soft like prairie breezes and
I wish to hold your hand,
weathered by years of
farm boy days. I think
maybe, we could drink
a simple cup of coffee,
but even then I fear the world
would end.
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The Jungle is no Place for a Fairy
I knew a word weaver
who wandered away
from her woodland home
in search of shiny tokens.
Lost and disheveled,
foolish and floundering,
she walked alien beaches
and bleak city streets, begging
for foreign bread crumbs
and strangers’ appraisals,
Barbarians stole her wings
while cannibals ripped her dress.
Vampires lurked in shadows,
waiting to taste her blood.
She fled beneath a rock
where she dreamed of home.
In dawn’s light she scattered
tainted tokens in the dust
and left only her footprints
for the vampires to drink.
Wanda D. Campbell, alias Nochipa Pablio, is an elementary school teacher, award winning poet, novelist and freelance artist who makes her home in the Appalachian foothills. Her work has appeared in various publications such as StorySouth, New Madrid, Mid-South Review, Pegasus, Other Voices International, Coal: An Anthology of Poetry by Blair Mountain Press, Instructor Magazine and many others. Preserving a heritage for future generations is to Wanda, therefore, proceeds from any sales made on her poetry go to help fight mountain top removal and to enrich the lives of the peoples of Southern Appalachia.
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