Two Poems by Angie Blake-Moore

Beaks Full

an anniversary poem for D

Our rental car shooting down
the tight Irish country roads lined with
the greenest of hedgerows, we see
a seagull fly overhead—
a whole piece of bread in its beak
and we both exclaim our happiness for it.

We are that bird.
Pleased with the lucky find, the unexpected
wish come true—all that we asked for
has already happened: our beaks full
of good fortune and someone to share it with.

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Romance

Think of Carson McCullers
and the 3-legged Italian
teacup. She craved it something awful,
pictured it nesting
in her palm, awkward
yet lovely. But she made no move
to get one, knowing romance
is in the wanting
while possession’s as dry as Georgia grass
in the ardent August sun.

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Angie Blake-Moore has been a teacher of 3- and 4-year-olds in Washington, DC for nearly 30 years. She has been writing poetry since she was in high school and has had the opportunity to learn from poets such as Hilary Tham and Matthew Lippman. She’s had work published in Potomac Review and Green Mountains Review among others and recently had a poem chosen for Moving Words in Arlington, VA where her poem is displayed in county buses.