drums
the somatic nuances of drumming on a rainy full moon
oh, singing drums
on the high, dark
wet, biting
generous full moon
oh, chattering gourds
with the skin of gnarled sea shells
seeds inside that pluck and pick
against the dry walls and rails
of their mothers’ bones
those transformed and
transfixing bones
tapping tunes with the water
against aging, rippled glass
oh, drums in the shadow
gourds in the dark
speakers of ghosts
and brittle, hard days
of beats half-done, revoked
please
draw me out slow
sing me hard
'till I’m laid low
beneath a kindly wash of sandalwood and ylang ylang
and rhythmic shivering echoes
wake me, wake me, in the night
oh, drums.
About the Creator
Tillie Camille
Massage therapy student by day, artist/nature poet/old hag by night.
If you'd like to check out my art, view my Etsy, or follow me on social media, you can find it all on http://stillwaterteacupillustration.com
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