want to see your heart-
beat? she asks.
wet leaves, slick as tongues
lapping a whisper
on the pavement, black
soak of the rain
singing, my footsteps
a pulse in my ears.
look,
under the cardiac trees
she points to a mountain
ash
spreading out
like arteries from an
upside-down atria,
branching out into
bunches of red blood-clots,
exploding berries
falling up into the autumn
sky...
-jenanne f. (november 2005)
2 comments:
mmm. will you post the long poem when it is finished? please?
yay! more comments! you're super.
& i shall post the rest when it is done. it is called rusalka
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