dovespeak
It stopped raining last night.
Now I will go out into the yard to sit on the ground.
I will feel the remaining damp waft itself into my pelvis. It will wet my pants, slow my bones, and then,
Lying on by back with my arms outstretched
Posing as a glyph of a word for me
I will spread my fingers wide and knit a web of a bowl to prop up clouds.
If, for just a crystal moment, you will submit to being a dove, adrift
I can show you all my spaces in and out.
Then, you can read me in dove words, and spell me to myself.
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Author's Note
This was inspired by three things...the fact that my lover has me on communication blackout, and I am knitting him a scarf out of guilt. While doing so, I watched a documentary about an artist who is building large glyph-like sculptures in attempt to marry history and modern culture.
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Gorgeous line: "I will feel the remaining damp waft itself into my pelvis."
Thanks, Jules. I felt a bit like I belonged in the dirt at the time I wrote it.
You are really getting in touch with your roots so to speak- deep and thought provoking
Hi, Paul, and thanks. I always look forward to comments from you. The communication blackout mentioned in the Author's Notes above has been lifted...for now.
Grey,
I really conencted with this piece. Your descritions were powerful. I could feel the wet grass and the cold in my bones. I'd love something like this for The Glass Coin. Our January and Feburary issues are called Open Minds and are open to all ideas.
Cheers,
Jo
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