Skip to content
October 27, 2018 / barton smock

person Regis Louis Coustillac, two poems


Regis Louis Coustillac is poet living and writing in Cleveland, Ohio. His work has appeared in Brainchild Magazine. You may find him on Instagram @regis_coustillac


If We Woke Without Our Names

They would call you dusk.
They would call you shadow
lengthened into mist.
They would call you fog on
the early road. They would call
me trillium. They would call you
creek bed filled with mud;
They would call me quartz,
lurking in the ripples.
They would call you lunar,
lover of reflected light.
They would call me constellation,
mangled story of stars.

If we woke without our names,
I would call you prism.
I would call you glass rainbow.
I would call you light that dances
along the spectrum of the living.
Kaleidoscope that turns with
the axis of the Earth. I would
call you opal, moonstone,
mosaic of memory and muscle.
I would run my hands…

View original post 203 more words

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: