Frankie McMillan


after you have gone/the visions

at first
we leave the lights to burn
throw open the big French doors
to strangers on the street

all night a wind howls, the hens
walk single file up the stairs
this is no more astounding

the stories we tell ourselves -
you’re out there still
chasing a rooster back home

tying red roses to the barriére
heads bent, heavy and foolish

are our prayers woven
from nests small litanies

love, scattering this way and that



Frankie McMillan is a short story writer and poet. Recent fiction has appeared in Sport and Takahē and poetry in Turbine, International Quarterly and Cincinnati Review, US. She currently teaches creative writing at the Hagley Writers’ Institute in Christchurch.