Dervish Nothing arrivesyet nothing is somethingThe candle flame is fatflickering hard like it’s yellinglike it needs attention My skin is chilled from the morning wingIt’s too cool for Julyyet it’s too hot for July also There’s a frilly itch in my right earI can’t quite make it stop spinningit’s a whirling dervish of an itch… Continue reading Poem 193 – Dervish
Tag: Gertrude’s Writing Room
Poem 190 – The Letter & Gertrude’s Writing Room July Hours!
The Letter but firsta letterunloaded wordshandwritten on fancy paper because it calms me downbecause it helps me reflectbecause it makes me smilebecause it’s not 1897 but it still is 1897it always is the perfect day hour minute to handwrite s letter I can feel the ghostof a corset tight-grippingmy ribs I can smell the densemanure of my chuffing horseas it… Continue reading Poem 190 – The Letter & Gertrude’s Writing Room July Hours!
Poem 182 – Rise
Rise Up with the early bird,I watch her tug a plump-shinyworm from the wet summer earth. At first, standing still,the red-chested ave feels theunderground vibrations ofthe worm. She can hear itslithering in the dark mouthof its moist dirt mansionI call backyard. I watch her pull & bite & holduntil the annelid is in piecesin her… Continue reading Poem 182 – Rise
VANESSA SHIELDS 