Slipstream – Poetry by Jennifer Mills Kerr

 rain snakes 
 along window 
 panes in tiny 
 beating streams
 against the roof 
 and walls 
 while I read
 words on the 
 page another 
 steady flow--
 “a note was sent to 
 the warden begging 
 his attendance…”
 I slip along this tale 
 and dream, rain 
 against window 
 panes; outside, the 
 sky shifts light, 
 swinging a cloak 
 across his shoulders 
 in lofty unconcern. 

From the author: For me, rain encourages the inward life.  I solace myself with books, and recently, I began reading Anthony Trollope’s Barchester Towers series.  A Victorian novelist, Trollope fashions stories differently than many contemporary authors. He reveals himself as the storyteller, adding witty asides like a host by the fireside in a long-ago drawing room.

Day after day, accompanied by the rain and such a charming host, I began writing Slipstream. My words, intertwined with Trollope’s, echoed the rain’s rhythm.  The shifting clouds outside inspired the creation of an aristocratic sky.  My poem was a synergy of past and present, Trollope’s world and my own.  Like watercolors on a canvas, they blended into a new imaginary landscape. Here was the slipstream I experienced, an inspiration I appreciated on these cold and rainy days.

Jennifer Mills Kerr

Jennifer Mills Kerr’s flash fiction and poetry have been recently published in Blink-Ink, Platform for Prose and Writing in a Woman’s Voice. An East Coast native, she loves mild winters, anything Jane Austen, and the raucous coast line of Northern California. You can read more of her creative work at www.jennifermillskerr.com.

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