Skin Deep

Written for Twiglet #314. “a friendly chat”

how deep is the ocean
asks the raindrop

skin deep says the jellyfish
just don’t let it in

*. *. *

skin deep in morning
I run
sprinklers sing against the goal posts
like breakers: body particulate

the sun performs raiki
touches gently the graffitied dumpster

lights to gold
the green sports shed

warms with love
a cupid’s arrow contrail

and yellows a patch of grass 
soon to be dappled
with the first paints of autumn

*  *  *

skin deep
skin deep

that’s the currawongs

calling through the windows
in their wings

12 thoughts on “Skin Deep

  1. I read this a few times, Worms, for the sheer joy it exhibits 🙂 I was looking forward to a new poem from you; I had to look up particulate and appreciate the raiki reference; I could go on; but the poem stands alone, and those currawongs — oh wow !!

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  2. I love this, especially ….”the sun performs raiki / touches gently the graffitied dumpster” Though I had to look up raiki, but now knowing what it is, this is such an original line.

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  3. oh WOW. The sun on the dumpster is genius. The whole poem, especially the ending, is just breathlessly good, Jo. Wow. Most people would never in a million years look at or think of a sports field in the sun and turn it into this. Sheesh, stoppit woman! 😉

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    1. Thanks so much, Shay! I’m so glad you like it. And so glad you’ve been brought back to the 21st century after your 2 weeks of ice-storm invoked digital destitution. I’ve never seen an ice storm. Sounds kind of scary. Hope you and yours are all okay.

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