Amy Leigh Davis




The ceiling fan whirls and whirls,

humming a graceful tune only the air can sing.

A young boy lays, his head propped up on a pillow,

staring at the ceiling, its dullness a sweet diversion

from the chaotic colors of his memory.


He fidgets and chews on his stubby nails as

perspiration drips down the nape of his neck.

The swooshing of cars rolling down the rain spattered

suburban streets slither into the unwelcome silence.

Ashes. Ashes.

There is a white box on the windowsill.



Amy currently lives in Kansas City and is awaiting the arrival of her first child. She is a member of KC Metropolitan Verse and has been an avid writer of prose and poetry since the age of 9. Major influences include but are not limited to Wistawa Szymborska, Sylvia Plath, Sharon Olds, Charles Bukowski, Pablo Neruda and Naomi Shihab Nye. 


2 Comments on “Amy Leigh Davis”

  1. brenda conley Says:

    Amy, such a strong voice. remind me to tell you about my nephew… i see him in this piece.

  2. Missi Says:

    This is intense, Amy. You can see it and feel it. I agree with Brenda; your voice is recognizable and unique.

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