I wear the heat like fatigue —
a pearled and sequined sheath
that restricts breath and movement,
quells thought,
and drains
creative impulse
steadily
away.
— C.Birde, 8/16
Heat — A Poem
I wear the heat like fatigue —
a pearled and sequined sheath
that restricts breath and movement,
quells thought,
and drains
creative impulse
steadily
away.
— C.Birde, 8/16
2 Comments
I can feel the miasma of the heat, pressing down, through your words. Lovely!
Thank you Radhika! It always seems to surprise me, just how warm it can get in summer, and just how cold in winter. Memory and knowledge are so peculiar 🙂