name
hidden deep in her
mindseye her name soft lamb neck
in her own hand ghost
blue shadow peaking at her
whispering but the cicadas
the buzzing blue is all she can see & hear crawling
all over the windows wings shimmering
in pale light their red against the sun
washing the blue out
flashing like partial eclipses tiny beating suns
heartbeats forming in her throat
& then her name came
spilling out her mouth Icarus
in fairy form wings sparkle & ash falling
from the sun dusting the room in soft echos
her name in her mouth foreign fruit
biting into her tongue
2 thoughts on "name"
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
Great stuff. I especially like “her name soft lamb neck / in her own hand” and “heartbeats forming in her throat.” What is her name? Is she a mythological figure like Icarus?
I love this! Echoing Tom with love for the lines “her name soft lamb neck/in her own hand ghost.”