Sentinel Poetry (Online) #38

The International Journal of Poetry & Graphics Monthly

ISSN 1479-425X









E. Mitchell Stone*


Down the Hall and to the Left


Black jacket shadow

Love’s sweet honey surrounds

The moon and stars

Hiding scars

Inside hollow trees.

Fleshy petals,

Peeled and impaled.

A squirming red box of brick and bone;

Move up close

To that place I hold dear.

A hot stove's kettle whistles

Butterfly refrains –

Yellow, greenish gold, midnight blue and tiny purple –

All vibrate.

A swarm of berries on the branch

Out of reach.



Time Lapse


Cushion clouds parted…

A full moon eye took it all in;

A spider spinning lines in the center

Where the sun once shone in.

On the windowpane,

A shadow sat down beside her.

Crickets collected cobwebs below

While water combed the sand free of debris.

Morning hid behind bush black and green,

Finger strands reaching toward the glass.

She tried to avoid in conversation

Yet the mirror listened intently

Throughout the wet morning

Til dawn broke in,


A milk bottle bird chirping rattlebone racket

That lasted throughout the day.


Dismal Percentage


An ancient viscera priestess,

Crooked as the seam

Leading down to patent leather hooves

Unraveling tomorrow.

As a rope bell dangled in the breeze

Stopping for a moment

To test a crow's beak,

The hardwood floor made music

Under the weight of her heels

And the door slammed shut

With only the wind to guide it.



*In the December issue we featured E. Mitchell Stone’s poems, which graphology, breaks and some lines were erroneously mis-represented. We apologise and now present readers with the ‘final’ version. 


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