The world of stomp-headed advantage is to
those that step up, said the girl, the water-
colour blue girl. And the penny-wheel spine
of that girl was like her breath, respirated
through her glasses. Her flower-loop gaze
was squinted and cool. It was like a city sky
line.
I feel bad for them too, don't worry, she said.
I didn't know if it was the silver in her that got
me, or the circles on her ears, or the circles
of her eyes - And I could follow her eyes; she
was bred for intercoastal airs: a flagging tea
the opposite of red. They were perched little
greens, owl-sharp squares of Unafraid. She
cradled her right arm in her left, which I must
have conspired to notice. Merry Christmas Eve.
If it all seems too simple to be true, well it is
indeed.
I dreamed that she shared thoughts with a mild
gentleman in the grass. Her rail-thin danger
committed leggily to him. He had one hand
in a warm place around her, so I of course
wanted to skate in her heartbeat aside, but
she was bred to be an intercostal prize: a woman,
with a mini-skirt knowledge and an interest
in recipes. Nine ways to be and several stars to
be had. Catnaps, hips the bubble scientists
couldn't ignore, so she shared.
I dreamed that she loverjumped from a high
cliff cord into a sounding resonation of a sad
boy's holiday. Then the foam was paper; it drew
bitter old windows on the sand.
So she shared. First she wanted to make their
gentle focus draw the air cruelly, moan.
Otherwise they knew her to be kind. But
she did like to see their arms tighten. She
didn't get involved too much.
Author notes
MUNROE
Haha. Hope it doesn't sound wrong, because it was pretty sensual to begin with. I found a way to water it down mostly. The end does sound suggestive, but it's just talking about people falling in love with her.
words: water-colour, blue, breath, spine, silver, intercostal, nine, stars, hips, bubble, sand.
A contest entry
- the way we fall. by aanika.
990 points, ended November 24, 2008, 22 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like the mostly gentle tone of this piece. The incorporation of words from the bank is very creative--an excursion into arcane labyrinths. The unusual form of the stanzas enhances the story-like quality of the poem. I didn't think it was too sensual. "A flagging tea the opposite of red"--green tea? Humorous!
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