Dec 19, 2009
OK, Here's a poem up for reactions, interaction, and--dare I say it--analysis:
Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.
Keep in mind what Molly Peacock's books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don't like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.
We're back to contemporary poets again this week. Since we've had the pleasure of meeting Liz Gallagher, it's only fitting that we share one of her poems from her collection The Wrong Miracle.
A Bruising on the Bone (page 2)
I saw my shoulder's skeleton today. Under the headlights
the bone's shadow migrated into the half-crumbling step
it had bashed against. I saw how a bone can bruise
and how my fear of a capsule sticking in the windpipe
cannot be swapped for a sachet of powder. I recognised
by heart, the act of letting my shirt tails out. The deep
breathing in the room did not stop. I removed
the red wristwatch and the red bra-straps
and tilted my head. She slammed the door shut. And I
became a recumbent body being passed overhead,
hand over hand, right up to where the Edge was
playing. I dreamt about stripping down to my
unlaced shoes. I had glossy, bouffant hair and improvised
a Modus Vivendi. All around me, I heard pleas
for every last result to go under the microscope. I began
to recognise the tipping points. Afterwards, I wore
a windbreaker and stopped pointing with my feet.
Let me know your thoughts, ideas, feelings, impressions. Let's have a great discussion...pick a line, pick an image, pick a sentence.
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