This is my first actual poem since…about October. I just went to look and it is actually October oh my god I guess I took a little break, but lately I’ve been training up my poetry muscles again. I’ve been writing from prompts and such, mostly. This one was written in the wake of a burst of sunshine, and I’d like to think my style has developed a bit since I list posted…?
As ever, I hope you all enjoy, and any feedback is wonderful. (A revised version of this piece was published in the lit journal werkloos.)
in transit
on warm days i can feel the atoms
humming beneath my skin, thawing like
old gods. my fingers furl and unfurl
in mimicry of
clay in stop motion; a sudden progression
from the static that isn’t quite movement but
the anticipation of it. or maybe
when unseen it is
both.
it is eyes tripping over themselves like
d o m i n oes,
like the rush and rising of blood,
like the heady awakening of adjectives on my
tongue. i’m left bleeding connectives.
yet the curl of my toes is a
question mark. a prerequisite to the
whisked and fluttering glances at the clock.
i will the hands to move
in every direction at once.
I do not know if I really truly really understand it, but it sounds really lovely and sweet and yet slightly fluttery. Lovely!
Ahaha it is rather abstract! But I suppose I’m not trying to convey a specific storyline? Yeah. More of a feeling, so I’m super glad that’s what you got from it. 🙂
This is a great poem Eve 🙂
Thank youu! 🙂
Oh, oh, oh, oh. So your poetry may have been absent for a while but it has only grown more amazing. Seriously, this is fabulous. Especially love the dominoes line. And bleeding connectives. And everything. Just, gah.
Aah thanks, I’m so glad you think so! I’d been away from poetry for so long that it was both lovely + nerve-wracking to return.