100 poems/52 weeks challenge’ 2018
Today, I am feeling sharp,
the light slants off my knees
at knifed angles
and my hair twists in wet malice,
“I feel sharp”, I repeat,
almost in pleasure.
The cobblestone seduces the moon
and I walk a whimsical night,
and I do not know why
my desire must only manifest
with a black cat
or a circumferenced moonlight.
But if to bewitch,
my own gait is a forbidden road
let me walk in secrecy
with strange eyes
a see-saw, ever so delicious.
Mare Zebras in floral rain-coats
flood past Sir Ladyfinger’s ship.
I had never seen so many stripes
Hunkering past the local skirt-shop.
And so my shoes garbled out few vowels to
Hot with pregnancy
Of neither pink nor blue.
I chewed on sea-apples and grew up an Eve.
Started tying serpents on my neck for boardroom-meetings.
Lended my fingernails
to a knight upon a sea-horse–
off to the colour-bind land
to wear frolicking babies;
one on the basin
The other on the stove.
Until a mismatched rainbow hatched the monochrome ground
From where I broke
To birth myself again