the poem is not the emotion,
the dark mouth swallowing
your yolk-burst heart, it is not
the icy tongue around your neck.
it is a remnant.
we write it down dumbly
the same way we worship
a god who one day will destroy us
with the flick of a wrist,
without a second thought.
congratulations and thank you for the poems, half marathoners! and good luck to those carrying on. xx.
Congratulations Anna! I’m in awe of anyone who manages the full marathon, awesome work. I’m really impressed with these compact images and treading that fine line between writing and a fear the art you produce has the capability to destroy you. nice work, right to the last poem!
I agree with Katrina and I find your lines to be powerful and poignant! Yes!! This one especially: ‘the dark mouth swallowing
your yolk-burst heart’… wow!!!
thank you katrina and cristy! these are kindest words! i am so happy to be in a community where the vulnerability of sharing poetry is met with love!