Shapes
If your skin is a coat,
wear it inside out.
When the snow arrives,
let the lining twist and shout.
If your skin is a house,
thank the demolition crew
for each new day they clear out
an old version of you.
If your skin is wallpaper,
don’t trust the flowers.
If your bones are wind chimes,
stay awake after hours.
If your skin is a map,
just for once – fold it wrong.
Allow your routes and your rivers
their meandering songs.
If your skin is a palace,
let us scuff its marble.
If your scars are starlings,
let them whistle and warble.
If your veins are blue handwriting,
let them finish the sentence.
If your blood is a fortress,
abandon your defences.
If your skin is a garden,
water the weeds.
They’ve been there longer
and know what it needs.
If your skin is a library,
misfile the pain.
Put grief under “weather”
and joy under “rain.”
If your skin is a country,
ignore every border.
Let the freckles establish
their own sort of order.
If your skin is a lighthouse,
remove the bulb.
Let the merciful darkness
do some of the work.
If your skin’s an aquarium,
feed the sharks some torn pages.
These things have survived
on reflections for ages.
If your skin is a beehive,
stop keeping count.
The honey arrives
despite all your doubts.
Keep knitting your nettles
for each sting and each scrape
brings the rest of us
closer to
our
own
human
shapes.
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I love the shape of this, and the sounds, and all the concrete sensory stuff – skin, after all. And of course, the literary allusion. 🙂 Nicely done!
Wow! I appreciated the imagery, message, and form of this poem. I read it multiple times. Thank you for sharing it!
Yikes this is good! So many great ideas, beautifully crafted. And the form is a big plus.
Agree with all above and each stanza is a gem!
your game is deep. dayum.
whatever contest is happening whatever place, pretty sure you won.
thanks for sharing this with us.
Love the shape of this. Love all the stanzas, especially ” If your skin is a map,
just for once – fold it wrong.
Allow your routes and your rivers
their meandering songs.”
Love where your mind and pen wander!
If your bones are wind chimes,
stay awake after hours. – so good!!!
I love this! Strong sensory details, and lovely rhymes. Marble/Warble great choice! But I particularly love this one:
If your skin is a map,
just for once – fold it wrong.
And then, me being me, I thought, “Only once?” ROFL Once is just fine. And I love the title!