Poetry by Marguerite L. Harrold

Urban Combat

Smells hold memories like landmines

A scent waits

Hushed and giggling

Fondling time with sooty dimpled hands

Detritus

Pulling away does not disappear

pieces of me mangled

in the knotted sadness

you carry to stay grounded

I am the dirt 

you try 

to scrape

from your mind

I am the dark

moist

nasty little things

you track

onto white

linoleum 

Marguerite L. Harrold’s work will appear in issue 42 of The Blue Nib which is scheduled for July 15th

About the contributor

Marguerite L. Harrold holds an MFA from Columbia College Chicago. She was nominated for the 2020 Pushcart Prize and an Illinois Arts Council Grant. Her poems can be found in: The Chicago Review: The Black Arts Movement in Chicago Special Issue, VINYL Poetry, Pulpmouth and The Matador Review

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