Two Poems by Jennifer Ruth Jackson Heldeberg Mountain by Amy McCartney, 2019 After the Climb We lost ourselves among the leaves falling from great heights we once knew well branches smarting our backs Sounds of rustling and thwacks against limbs filled the soft quiet bruising us like rotted fruit painted in hues of dusk Coming Home There was no yellow ribbon Around the old oak tree Nor was she Under the apple tree Waiting for him He came back to silence Hands still sweaty From carrying the gun Devoid of olive branches About the Author Jennifer Ruth Jackson is an award-winning poet and fiction writer whose work has appeared in Red Earth Review, Banshee, and more. She runs a blog for disabled and/or neurodivergent writers called The Handy, Uncapped Pen from an apartment she shares with her husband. Follow her on Twitter @jenruthjackson Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by fragmentedvoices A small, independent press based in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, UK, and Prague, the Czech Republic View all posts by fragmentedvoices