Poetry – Strange Creatures Publishing

Belly and Teeth

Sooner or later we all end up
in the belly of the whale.

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Deep under Spring-spreading leaves,
from evening thunder splitting Summer

Awaken, shake your limbs, send blood to their tips.
Wet your throat and wash your face, awaken

Time is tender against our skin;
hours gently droop across your shoulders.

Shadows deepen, under the ferns.
Something is passing, a pack of wolves.

I have been drinking coffee
at the cafe down the street.

All my charms are charmless, my tongue
lacks the taste of magic, my spells depleted.

At last they led me
deep into arbored oaks,

The air is clean across the strait.
Waves break, perhaps hide orcas

You are the Moon and a cherry pit.
You are insignificant and I have felt

I am under the stone.
Search for me in rivers,