12 Degrees & Skiving

what began as year-long challenge has become perpetual until further notice

bioluminescence

my eyes these months
have been an unseasonable desert
cried out, cried out
into blooms
voluptuous
waves of bioluminescence

“dive right in,” they say,
“you’re still young
you should know better
you’re too old
you’re going to die anyway
why not die in the light?”

and i am, i am
i am mourning this death of me
a self-hurled sphinx
coloured and riddled
neither one nor other
winged, anchored
not young
still bleeding
not mother

I grieve these things
as woman
the current death
in a long line of femicide

but it’s how I let him kill me
that rankles
that rises tides
drowns whole deserts
border swaggering
into territory clearly marked
“trespassers will be shot”
he comes here
to woo
to sift my grains
compare them
to the ones he brought in on his feet
tongue forked tutting,
“you did not try
you did not try
like you tried with that one and that one and that one”

oh my fibres behind my eyes
my nerves and tendons arcing
the lightning neurons turning sand to glass
my liver and spleen
even my womb
wants to tear the throat out of him
throw him to the eels

but the child, I think
the child he was
is

and instead of erecting the barbed wire
higher round my shoulders
in a spray of phosphorescence
I turn the gun on myself
the trespasser in her own land

Screen Shot 2020-05-20 at 17.15.50

2 comments on “bioluminescence

  1. kimcannon16000days
    May 21, 2020

    Oh this tore my heart out. It’s gorgeous though. But so, so sad.

    Sent from my iPhone

    >

Tell me wotcha reckon

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Information

This entry was posted on May 21, 2020 by in Poetry.

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 1,100 other followers

clairevetica

poems, prose and pathways

Dasha Maiorova

Writer | Artist

A Ciência em tudo

Fatos e Curiosidades sobre a natureza e tecnologia

James Radcliffe

Meditations on Art and Life

LIBERO SLANCIO

"per l' allegria il pianeta nostro è poco attrezzato. Bisogna strappare la gioia ai giorni futuri "

the poet's billow

a resource for moving poetry

Two Twitch A Tale

Linking collage work to the meaning of personal and universal symbols.

At Home in Florence: Italian Renovations

This is my adventurous story about buying, designing, and renovating homes in ITALY

%d bloggers like this: