Madame Fly
It was a different energy—
I guzzled down the contents of the mystery bottle;
I needed to feel strong again.
But I saw blood pouring
out of the maple trees
like sweet red syrup,
& my eyes saw too much
as if I had 6 eyes fastened
tight in my head,
& I felt so light
as if I’d grown wings
& flew out of the jungle,
but I was still a lady,
drugged like Ms. Alice,
trying to find her way home.
©2022 Carrie Magness Radna All rights reserved.
Carrie Magness Radna is an audiovisual cataloger at the New York Public Library, a choral singer and a poet who loves to travel. Her poems have previously appeared in The Oracular Tree, Mediterranean Poetry, Muddy River Poetry Review, Poetry Super Highway, Shot Glass Journal, Vita Brevis, Home Planet News, Cajun Mutt Press, Walt’s Corner, Polarity eMagazine, The Poetic Bond (VIII-X), Alien Buddha Press, Jerry Jazz Musician, Rye Whiskey Review and First Literary Review-East. Her poetry collections: Hurricanes never apologize (Luchador Press) was published in December 2019, and In the blue hour (Nirala Publications), was recently published in February 2021. Born in Norman, Oklahoma, she now lives with her husband in Manhattan, New York.
https://carriemagnessradna.com
Cajun Mutt Press 
I liked this. Tight structure with good flow, all killer no filler, as they say. Strong imagery wove through the poem in a very natural way. Built appropriately to an effective conclusion.
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