Poetry of Love, Resistance, & Solidarity

I look into my lover’s eyes. Denise

Like lit sumac, they catch fire.

Our glances kindle scarlet.


My tongue tastes sea-blue.

My hands dip in purple water.

Elderberry blooms next to us.


Alfalfa blossoms spread lemon.

Mountain winds smell of snow

blown through miles of sage.


Our legs entwine in brambles.

When we kiss, fragrance becomes

the skin’s sun-heat smell.


 A cinder pyre burns away the west

until again we are blind.

~ Denise Low

Denise (Dotson) Low is the 2007-2009 Kansas Poet Laureate, with 25 published books of poetry, personal essays, and scholarship. Melange Block, poems, is from Red Mountain Press (2014), and A Casino Bestiary, poetry and fiction, is forthcoming from Mouthfeel Press (2015). She has been visiting professor of creative writing at the University of Richmond and the University of Kansas. At Haskell Indian Nations University, she founded the creative writing program. Currently, she teaches courses for Baker University as well as independent creative writing workshops in Kansas City and online. She has awards from the NEH, Lannan Foundation, The Newberry Library, Academy of American Poets,Sequoyah National Research Center, and Ks. Arts Commission.

Double Trouble for Poetry Month: During Poetry Month, we are featuring a poem weekly from each of Kansas’s poets laureate in addition to our weekly poems.


Comments on: "Hues by Denise Low" (1)

  1. I guess I missed this poem too. I really like it. In fact, I love the erotic-nature imagery. The poem contains great wit.

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