Prick of the Spindle: Poetry: O'Keefe: Reztoration

Reztoration
By Sherry O'Keefe

I sailed skylines on a scrap of silk
until I lost my fizz. My sparkle.
He called it carbonation.

He found me with the bees; head
in hand, I was slumped with woe.
I called this my crash landing.

He filled an empty mason jar
with eleven Zs from the buzzing
harvest. Unweaving web

from forest shade, he mended
the way I flew. Call it Kizz, or
call it Rize. Our horizons blurred.

Sherry O’Keefe, a descendent of one of the first Montana pioneers, a mother of two, sister to four, cousin to dozens, credits/blames her Irish upbringing for her story-telling ways and her collection of pocket rocks. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Barnwood Poetry Review, Avatar Review, Fifth Wednesday Journal, Two Review, Soundzine and Main Street Rag. Her chapbook, Making Good Use of August is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. She likes peanut butter/dill pickle sandwiches. You may contact her for the recipe: redmittengirl (at) yahoo (dot) com.