Scrunch your body of work
inside my arterial gallery,
scrimshaw shotgun breaths
double-barrelled into every bone
Pearly dew drops
peel drought from land,
my hands act as gutters
brushing rain o’er skin,
gulping moisture before
it sinks under the ground
At the end of the ellipsis
webs hang from all lips…








Quality write
Says a lot within a short amount of words
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Diolch Gary. Always good to receive a PS Like.
I agree with Gary. It is a bit different from the norm too. Your choices of wording are unique and powerful once it is all built into a poem like this.
High quality.
Thank you Mark. It’s good to see some of the DU crew in this portal.
I love how the poem blends physicality and emotion, making each gesture feel tender and intense, with a haunting, lingering echo in the final lines.
A striking and intimate piece.
Many thanks Roma. Such comments make scribbling worthwhile.