Poetry Friday!
Friday, July 25th, 2008
Maybe because I *finally* finished reading Percy Jackson (I did not love it), I’ve got Greek myth on the brain. So when I realized I was late for poetry friday, I quickly thought of Molly Bendall’s book, Ariadne’s Island.
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SAIL (I can’t figure out how preserve the spacing, so you might want to read it here!)
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The trick is the flow. Little fish with storms on their
minds.
Stones don’t reveal
what they covet today, but I know them.
I gather scraps and throw them back,
throw them back to the waves
even as they climb toward my room.
So where to go when my pockets are
light?
Night-shy, evening shells–
all eyelids and ears.
The glinting blades and their kindred—do they ever say,
no one ever, clean start, and
clean, stark, smoothed galleries within galleries
I want
emptied of desire, but geled with color and domes of sea-
sweets.
Look at the lapses in between stars,
vertebrae washed up at my feet.
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