The Scrying Window

Decaying cedar planters bulging
with soil and moss

Patio stones defaced 
by creeping grasses &
pine needles

Fence posts choked 
by tendril entanglements 

Swing sets frozen on pause
abandoned

Things once radiant
now occupying final spaces

Tombstones 

Harbingers

You knew the Green 
Goddess
always emerges from the
periphery, impatient

Reaching her vine-like
arms across the table

Inching closer to that
dish you wanted to relish 
forever

You glimpse reflections 
of a weathered specter
from the window

Sinuous lines in your face
weave stories
of decades passed 

It’s been this way all along
the garden
divining your own story

Right outside the window
off the steps of the porch

In the yards and gardens which
you desperately tried to tame and control

With blades, sprays and powders

And in your own life 
with prayer
and anger
and prayer



Marcus Wilson



Marcus Wilson, an MFA candidate at Lindenwood University, serves as Associate Poetry Editor for Iron Horse Literary Review. His work, rooted in neurodivergence and recovery, appears in journals such as Pulsebeat Poetry Journal and Lucky Jefferson.