Trish Hopkinson has always loved words—in fact, her mother tells everyone she was born with a pen in her hand. She has two chapbooks Emissions and Pieced Into Treetops and has been published in several anthologies and journals, including: Stirring, Chagrin River Review, and The Found Poetry Review. Trish is co-founder of a local poetry group, Rock Canyon Poets and attends the Word Weavers Chapter in Provo. She is a product director by profession and resides in Utah with her handsome husband and their two outstanding children. You can follow her poetry adventures at http://trishhopkinson.com/.
WhatAfter Sharon Olds poem “When”This is what is going to happen—the lone woman will stop therattle, the death breath from the chimney hearth,when she opens the damper, then turns the urn’s mouth outwith her wrists, cascading the grayed decay,from there, the ashes flurry up and out, into theorange remnants of autumn skyline,she will watch from the window, as they dissipateagainst the end of day, the seeping dark,the moon's edge, sharp as dying,its frowning tip tilted toward Saturn.She will dust the hearth with feathers,turn away from the sad moon, its slivered glowand the dust that was once her lover—she will love no longer.