by Alicia Beckwith


Mystical elephants up in the sky

Prehistoric monsters floating high

Changing shapes billowy soft

In their homes so high aloft.

Crystal clear air with a cold snap

A chilly silence in the eve

As monsters from chimneys take their leave.

Factories and smoke stacks

Roofs with air conditioning racks

And windows with bouncing light

As evening monsters take flight.



Alicia Beckwith is a local poet and has been writing poetry for four decades.  Her poems have been published in book collections and magazines.