Whalesong (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 19 Apr 2019 in Art, Poems

Digital painting of sunfish

 

 

Whalesong

 

Barely attending

Cicadas rising percussively sieving through

The open window’s screen

How redeemed by gentle warmth the

Room is once again in summer

Resolving from a fog that

Now and then allows a gift

Fixed in memory to scratch at the spidering trail

Where the smell of blades furrows in

 

The sea

Before the oil churns to soap

Agitates cascading and the maculation of

A myriad bubble lenses and memory again is

Foam

The liver of the eloquent-speaking whale

Makes him kin to a couch potato

His dreams are lard and his song

Begins to bump bump bump bump

Like repeating oscillation

“I feel mute and alarmed

As the sunfish

Mola mola

I touch the sand grit”

 

 


Whalesong

Stylized drawing male faceFor the Gullible

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 (2015, Stephanie Foster)

 

 

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