An Undergraduate Literary Journal from UW-Milwaukee

Omens

Poetry by Elizabeth Hitchcock

You were always watching the signs-
it was a real warning sign.
We missed the meteor shower,
threw out the moonstone ring, it was cursed.
Falling fast as the stars,
even the Pleiades couldn’t save us.

It was a real warning sign-
when the ghost stood in your doorway,
it made handprints on the ceiling, larger than life.
We threw out my moonstone ring, it cursed us,
and I took a bath in salt.

The day the ghost stood in your doorway,
I stole the neighbor’s cat,
brought it howling from brambled bushes
I took a bath in salt,
rocking like a porcelain doll.

I stole the neighbor’s cat,
and we missed the meteor shower.
Even the Pleiades couldn’t save us.
I rocked like a porcelain doll,
listening to footsteps, no one’s outside.

You were always watching the signs.
We fell fast as shooting stars,
saw handprints on the ceiling larger than life.
Our demons were only things we had in common
buried shallow in twin graves.

 

Elizabeth Hitchcock is an enthusiastic young poet who loves black coffee & black cats. She is a rising senior studying Anthropology, Literary Studies and Creative Writing at Beloit College. Elizabeth was raised in Alaska and moved to Wisconsin for the nice weather.