gravity

By Christina Murphy

eons submerged in the starry glare of
deep winter nights;
fault lines of galaxies poised as star-tips
against the darkness that is perhaps eternal

phantoms of dying matter haunt the night
as new states of being emerge;
everything is internal and coalescing
with no essence beyond the core

within the symmetry of space-time,
arcs of white-gold—mostly symphonies of light—
perhaps even truer than the pull of celestial magic,
as spectacular as Narcissus looking for the image
that presents a reason for desire.



Christina Murphy lives and writes in a 100 year-old Arts and Crafts style house along the Ohio River. She continues to be amazed at how the Arts and Crafts movement—like the painter Piet Mondrian-- found such artistic integrity (and solace) in straight lines and simple (yet complex) forms. She tries to emulate the same idea in her poetry. Her poems have appeared in a range of journals, including PANK, Poetry Quarterly, POOL, Contemporary World Poetry, MUSE, MiPOesias, Quantum Poetry Magazine, Blue Fifth Review, and Counterexample Poetics, among others.