Welcome to National Poetry Writing Month!
All this month, I will be doing my best to write regular updates, specifically poems. If I’m being honest, this blog is really just a poetry blog, since I rarely put my short stories or difficulties with the writing process here. Still, I like the idea that I may put other types of writing here, so don’t expect that to change.
But wait, it’s already April 2! I guess that means I have to catch up…
04.01 – Small
Wrapped in a giant white towel, my feet don’t reach the end of the chair.
Dwarfed by vaulted ceilings and tall windows, tucked into the hollow space of a building so grand and indifferent as to render me invisible.
How is it, being so tiny, so inconsequential,
I can at the same time feel trapped in
the increasing size of my own skin?
That my girth somehow compares in scale?
My mint tea arrives.
I set it on my tummy.
A big girl and a small cup in a big room.
The symmetry is poetic.
04.02 – The band
Would you like it polished gold
Or burnished copper plating?
Recycled from an antique mold
with palladium engraving?
Tungsten is more avant-garde
Silver is antique
Choosing one is always hard
When the choice is more unique.
Now do you want a tasteful stone
An imprint or engraving?
Inlaid with lacquer, set with bone
Cliched words worth saving?
We’ll do it up with leaves and crowns
Or wrap it round in tangles
We’ll acidify the whole thing down
To rustic, hardcore angles~
We’ll polish it to ice-cube sheen
We’ll drill it to the core
A finer band you’ve never seen
Than the thousands seen before!
Gah, ok, I can’t end it and it’s so late. Headache settling in says it’s time to try again. I keep trying to take a step back at the end, change to an AABB couplet, but it’s not sounding right. It’s already sort of cliched – the couplets, meant to summarize, just sound patronizing.
I forgot how hard poetry can be…