Slipstream – Poetry by Jennifer Mills Kerr

 rain snakes 
 along window 
 panes in tiny 
 beating streams
 against the roof 
 and walls 
 while I read
 words on the 
 page another 
 steady flow--
 “a note was sent to 
 the warden begging 
 his attendance…”
 I slip along this tale 
 and dream, rain 
 against window 
 panes; outside, the 
 sky shifts light, 
 swinging a cloak 
 across his shoulders 
 in lofty unconcern. 

From the author: For me, rain encourages the inward life.  I solace myself with books, and recently, I began reading Anthony Trollope’s Barchester Towers series.  A Victorian novelist, Trollope fashions stories differently than many contemporary authors. He reveals himself as the storyteller, adding witty asides like a host by the fireside in a long-ago drawing room.

Day after day, accompanied by the rain and such a charming host, I began writing Slipstream. My words, intertwined with Trollope’s, echoed the rain’s rhythm.  The shifting clouds outside inspired the creation of an aristocratic sky.  My poem was a synergy of past and present, Trollope’s world and my own.  Like watercolors on a canvas, they blended into a new imaginary landscape. Here was the slipstream I experienced, an inspiration I appreciated on these cold and rainy days.

Jennifer Mills Kerr

Jennifer Mills Kerr's short fiction, memoir, and poetry have been published in The Dickens Literary Review, Flashquake, and First Leaves Journal, among others. An East Coast native, she is a lover of mild winters, anything Jane Austen, and the raucous coastline of Northern California. You can read more of her creative work at

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