A Wild White Iris
Is it an angel risen from ashes
scattered ages ago?
A single star shot by Eros?
This bubble of moon-luster rolls me
in snow, confetti, ocean’s foam;
wraps me in crane wings
suspends me in death’s arctic light,
rides my bones.
Judith Fox’s nonfiction writing was published in national magazines, but it was the spare text she wrote for her photography book I Still Do: Loving and Living with Alzheimer’s, named one of the best photography books of the year by Photo-Eye Magazine, that rekindled her interest in writing poetry. She’s working on a collection of poems currently titled Bridge to New Music.