Whispers in the Wind
An Acrostic Poem
Don’t look at me as though the sky would splinter—sharp—and slice through your retinas, your irises, your optic nerve
If you stopped. I sit in your lap on the edge of the world nothing below us but air, air that blushes a midsummer
Sunset, and moves in erotic dance around us. Two thousand feet below, a bundle of rocks eyes me with prescience, and I can’t help but grip you
Tighter, can’t help the whispering wind, a wind that flickers the image of you calm in wolf eyes and crocodile jaws. The
Rock beneath you cold from the flirtations of the blushing wind seeps into the underside of my thighs, for you and I are pressed close at the edge of the world, and there is nothing below us but
A i r
Compressed into currents clouds and corners of rainbows, and it is all I can see, the air—
The air!
It abandons my lungs, my throat, my bones the air! it roils my hair and races my breath in unending coil the air
Once gentle, once steady against my lips, once oh, so dear (I am screaming) strips my voice, blots me out from the memory of a
Newly splintered sky and you sharp against it, slicing my retinas, my irises, my optic nerve stopped as I will stop at the end of the world.
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Mackenzie Davis
“When you are describing a shape, or sound, or tint, don’t state the matter plainly, but put it in a hint. And learn to look at all things with a sort of mental squint.” Lewis Carroll
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Comments (5)
“ it roils my hair and races my breath in unending coil the air”… after reading several pieces of your work I find your words spinning in my mind like a poetry machine… it’s mesmerizing and I don’t want it to stop!
You have a unique writing style! Like a haiku, your poems require several readings so that the meaning can be unleashed. Very well done!
Love your writing style. This has me hooked from the very beginning
Whoaaa, this was so poignant! Such vivid imageries! I loved it!
This is WILD, dude. I didn't even realize it was an acrostic until I remembered about The Challenge™. Top-notch, evocative poetry.