Friends

Womb-combers, we enter the deep.
Gather darkling droplets—
each gray pearl a globe.

Toes bare, amble along links;
chain of woman experience,
AAh yes, we claim.

Strong when strangers strike,
hold hands for the long haul.
We’ve lost estrogen, but not our swoosh!

Deeper. Droplets gone rose,
our heads incline. Eyes—Blue-pierce
and Burning-brown, lock.

Strands of hair fuss over cheeks
Haah, Blue thrills as she recounts: Brush
of lark-wing, wash of cloud, lover’s brow…

Lucky you! Brown shouts.
Sand, sticky towel fuzz, salty pebbles,
where have we come and gone?

Hands sweeping, frame our journey.
Round goes Robin as he courts his Lady.

Thank you again for coming back,

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Elisabeth Frischauf is a neuro-psychiatrist, poet, and multi-media visual artist who grew up on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. Two volumes of memoir poems, They Clasp My Hand, and The Lost Notebook, have appeared as bilingual, English/German books with the Theodor
Kramer Verlag, Vienna, Austria. The first volume is also on Amazon.
The third volume of the trilogy will appear in fall 2026. Some poems premiered in Munich, Germany, at the Bergson, read by her in English with soundscape, as part of the music theater performance of Das Lied von der Erde, Martina Veh directing.
Her poems appear in many online and print journals— to name just a few: Bigcitilit, Mervox, NewVerse News, and The Literary Nest. In addition, her poems appear in anthologies of women poets with the Theodor Kramer Verlag. In 2025, she received a Poets & Writers grant.
A dedicated grandmother, she lives with her playwright husband on a small plot of land in Putnam County, New York.