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Poetry by KC Bailey

Scrabble Value


Our love was a palindrome

names almost anagrams of each other

letters interlocking like his fingers and mine

a perfect linkage – an uncanny connection

his Art Deco to my Nouveau

audacious angles against whiplash curves

streamlined mind intertwined with floral tendrils


we knew it couldn’t last

our perfect rebellion

heartbeats lost to a void, forever echoing,

calling to each other – hopelessly out of time

forever echoing, heartbeats lost to a void,

our perfect rebellion

couldn’t last


streamlined mind disentwined from floral tendrils

audacious angles against whiplash curves

my Nouveau to his Art Deco

an uncanny connection – an imperfect linkage

letters unlocking like his fingers and mine

names almost anagrams of each other

our love was a palindrome




KC Bailey dreams of living in a cabin in the woods, near a serene lake, with space for her giant rescue dog to roam & rest. Poems in The Ekphrastic Review, The Hellebore, Black Bough, The Tide Rises, The Failure Baler, Eye Flash Poetry, Fevers of the Mind, 5050 Lit, The Daily Drunk, TunaFish Journal, Crow & Cross Keys, Amethyst Review, and elsewhere (Twitter @KCBailey_Writer).

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