It was either ascend by metaphors or go under a plain life
Sink, immerse, suffocate and drown in gyring commonalities.
Or so she presumed back then, persuaded as she floated,
Drifted and slided on tropes, and her own buoying youth.
On a neap tide she rose and with the spring thaw
The flood waters gushed and rivulets carved
Inscriptions on mountainsides. There she found herself,
A participle on an outcrop phrase, dangling.
Slowly, shapes around her coalesced and solidified
Small children sprouted at her feet, squalling and thickening.
Or were they phantoms? Drowsing, chin dipping, she’s not sure,
Sobs and wails mingling with sounds of swooping seagulls screeching.
Rocking in a way that felt internalised, she thought awhile
Translucence was her view; light and shapes that she tried to understand.
Passively she existed, but experienced a vividness she could not explain
Things seemed to happen to her without choice. Was that her choice?
Yawing, shrieking, spiralling, rudder gone, almost breaking apart.
Drowning, not waving; hallucinating, not knowing if this is Life’s cull.
One last gasp, some space to decide. Battle on through turbulent tides,
Or beach yourself in dry dock, writing rusty memoirs in eternal solitude?
Abask she moors herself, shadow-stretching under canopies.
She sighs and drops her gown, dust and rust, she hurls herself
and leeward leans, In seagull droppings no more lapping waves
she’s burned her metaphors, ashore her end is sure.
Once more we managed to weave a collaborative poem. This time starting with a picture, focusing on verbs, and trying to make it into an elegy.
Collaborative poem by @permabloom, @stair71, @sleepingdingo, @troublegummer, @vivchook and @brudberg