Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas
Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas lives in the Sierra Foothills. She studied at Santa Clara University where she was an English major. She is a nine-time Pushcart Prize nominee and a seven-time Best of the Net nominee. In 2012 her chapbook,Before I Go to Sleep won the Red Ochre Chapbook Contest. In 2018 her poem A Mall in California took 2nd place for the Jack Kerouac Poetry Prize. She is the author of numerous chapbooks and six full-length collections of poetry, including Epitaph for the Beloved, (Finishing Line Press) and Alice in Ruby Slippers (Aldrich Press) slated for publication in 2019. Her work has appeared in a wide variety of online, print publications and anthologies, including: The Yale Journal for Humanities in Medicine, Poets and Artists, War, Literature and the Arts. She is the Editor for The Orchards Poetry Journal and a member of the Sacramento Poetry Center Board of Directors and the Saratoga Authors Hall of Fame. According to family lore she is a direct descendant of Robert Louis Stevenson or at least her mother said so...
In Another Life
In another life, I held a woman
in my arms and licked her lips
tinged with honey. I wore a veil
and thin black ribbon with a cameo
resting at the delicate curve
of my throat—the place where skin
hollows to the shape of bone
and one finger's press can stop
a breath in motion.
In another life, I turned her hair
between my hands and braided
violets for the petticoat she hid
beneath her velvet skirt.
I loved her on a bed of grass
under the noonday sun—
there’s a hint of madness
in a love like that, a love that
like the key that hung from
a long chain above my mother’s
jewelry case, taunting me
all those years, exhilarating to imagine
the trinkets inside— I knew
they would be beautiful
yet unthinkable to touch and remain
in the realm of being a good girl.
In another life, I would
have defied the rules, stretched further
than my own reach, beyond the place
of obeying correctness.
I would have unlocked that box,
revered the gems, frolicked
in the inaccessible, save the guilt
like an unfettered prisoner in all her glory.