Editor’s Note: April is National poetry month. In celebration, we’ll be bringing you poetry from some of our favorite local and regional poets.

My Sensuality Is Tired

Sensuality, I know you are tired.

You need to be held and fed.

You are too big to fit in my lap but

I have broad shoulders and long arms

to cradle you from head to toe,

rocking back and forth, humming April in Paris.

You fish your tiny fingers under the ribbed collar of my sweater

and brush my skin

like slow windshield whippers

during a gentle rain.

For the moment, you are satiated and satisfied.

You follow me back to my bed, guided by the unmistakable

hoot and happy trill of the horned owl.

Sensuality, are you still awake?

Are you singing to me?

My own lullaby to hear

as every other living soul is asleep.

You are not lulling me to sleep

but waking me up to a peace I did not know was there.

– Heather Rose Johnson


Heather Rose Johnson is from Columbia, Missouri, and resides in Charleston,

South Carolina, with her husband and two children. Johnson

graduated with a B.F.A. in Fashion Design/Product Development from

Stephens College in 2005. Johnson has spent much of her career as a professional

seamstress and pattern maker but has woven her love of story and writing into

creative projects such as fashion events, puppet shows, film, poetry and is

currently writing a children’s book, Nyla Loves to Eat Flowers. Johnson crafted story

from a young age while making hand puppets and marionettes with her mother.

Ninety-six steps

Humidity clings in spider-webbed strands.

The sun heathers a billowing salmon-grey sky.

An avian chorus swells in symphonic greeting.

The marsh rests as the moon urges Lucy Creek seaward.

A rush of red feathers siren across my path.

Magnolia branches swoosh with a squirrel’s leap.

Lemon scented muhly grasses wave along my tabby walkway.

My slippered feet are laced with these gems of dawn.

With a breath of joy I pause before I retrieve the paper.

– Jane Forsythe


After spending a lifetime being a military nomad, as a child and a spouse,

Jane Forsythe has found her forever home in Beaufort, with her husband Barney.

As a retired Early Childhood Educator, she embraces the journey of life-long

learning and found herself in a poetry workshop offered by the Conroy Literary

Center last May. With inspiration teeming along Lucy Creek and the support of

the Moon and Sun Poetry Group, she is discovering that poetry is far more than a

mere search for rhyme!



amid the roots

unraveling in a musky dance of darkness

pushing through brown earth

weaving ‘round the milky quartz and granite

wrapped in loam and clay

gems and flowering a mystery

beaded burnt sienna buds

dotting fragile twigs of bridal wreath

green shoots escape swampy earth

proof the force below


within the womb

my sister’s child

still nourished by her mother’s

mysterious blood waters

stretches curled arms and legs

reaching for a light yet unknown

to her unfurled limbs

her unheard cry now ripples

in May to break the silence

as morning glories cry color

to the passing night


a flicker in my dark cave soul

O let the spirit rise

my own azaleas blazing coral

in the golden honey sun

– Jacquelyn Markham


Jacquelyn Markham has loved poetry since she was a child and

written it nearly as long. After her bachelor’s degree in English, she

earned a masters and a doctorate in English and Creative Writing from

Florida State University. Author of two chapbooks and a collection, she

has published nationally and internationally in literary journals,

magazines, and anthologies, including Archive: South Carolina Poetry

Since 2005, Adrienne Rich: A Tribute Anthology, Anthology of

Appalachian Writers, Lullwater Review, Hawaii Pacific Review, The

High Window, and Woman and Earth, among others.

A recipient of numerous grants and awards for literary merit and

the Adele Mellen Prize for distinguished scholarship, Dr. Markham

has taught creative and expository writing, literature, and women’s

studies in universities and communities. She lives and works on the

coast of South Carolina.