Curse you, July!
(You know I don’t really mean it, though – don’t you? Cause I don’t…
Curse you, July! For being so beautiful…damn.
… how could I if you look like this? I couldn’t.)
Curse you for keeping me so busy, for not giving me enough time and quiet to write. Then again: thank you for bringing the summer to my city; thank you for pumping inspiration through my veins, for the itch in my finger tips. I can never decide what is worse: having no time to write but a lot of things you want to write down or having a lot of time on your hands but no story to tell.
This is not the time and place to come up with a conclusion, however – I’ve decided it’s the time and place for some actual writing: a poem, for a start.
summer nights
your voice
trickles down my spine
like Kool-Aid
dark and sticky and sweet
summer nights
I dip my toes into
the Atlantic
cold and deep and blue
summer nights
we pick blueberries
and squish them
between our fingers
dark and sticky and sweet
summer nights
when the rain comes
I stand still and
collect small oceans in my hands
cold and deep and blue
summer nights
your voice
washed ashore like a
message in a bottle
I can’t open
dark and sticky and sweet
summer nights
I hold my wounds
into a bowl full of ice
and watch the fresh cuts
cold and deep and blue
summer nights
we pick fights
and squish them
between our fingers
dark and sticky and sweet
summer nights
when the rain comes
I reach for your hand
when the rain comes
my fingers trace the shape of you in the dark
when the rain comes I don’t love you
any less
when the rain comes
cold and deep and blue
summer nights
It’s Winter here and I’m already dreaming about Summer and collecting small oceans in my hands. Beautifully written.
Thanks, girl! Oh yeah, I always forget your seasons are the other way round … winter isn’t too bad either, though: sipping hot cocoa, wrapped in a nice, warm blanket, what do you think? 🙂
I lovelovelove this poem, it’s absolutely beautiful, and just a tad bit violent, which I like. The repetitions are great, it’s like a mosaic made up of different blues. Spot-on. 🙂
Thankthankthank you! I’m glad you like it, and that’s exactly what I was going for! So, since you’re precisely my one target reader, I can lean back and be content with myself for a while now 🙂
Haha, gosh, I am honoured! You should have lots more target readers though, you are amazing *hugs*