Turned Loose
Submergence
...................in the shallows before cool
costal tides pinch with their invisible fingers,
gravity has given way
to rolling fluent language seeping
coursing from here to there
in pools of salted blood and menstrual waters,
cuttlefish are tossed shoreward
bound for their bones to be picked over
pecked by feather variations of the same theme
meanly yet full of purpose,
there is no reason without explanation to starve.
Hold your breath.
There is so little light seeping through
veiled windows streaked with tears,
it has been raining.
Big full fat berries drip sexuality
ripe in their pregnant state,
fingers and thumbs long to pluck them
from states of innocence
exert too much pressure upon their skin
until their seed is birthed in an explosion
in an ending.......fertility futile.
They say the river has burst its banks,
..................a flood is coming.
The sound of wind instruments
flutes followed by strings seeps slowly at first,
a deaf man hearing only vibrations in his limbs
taps out a heartbeat on his knee.
We are being called to prayers
or by the toll of a death bell,
who are we to grieve if not ourselves
and our many mistakes starved out
laid out for examination.............................washed out to sea,
rolling over and over themselves
tumbling and colliding with others
with those of another combining infinitely
into another species of regret
born from the ocean floor sourly
ink replacing plasma
water clots the flow of bleeding.
Infants' call across barren plains
sand dunes of reeds and grasses
lastly to she,
..............the thin magnificent manifestation of us
hair and bone and teeth.
Atlas has laid down the cosmos
we are free........untethered........turned loose.
Samantha Ledger is an observer of life & the spinning wringing of ourselves, she writes from a place of deep sensual presence, exploring what it means to be human, female & alive.
Submergence
...................in the shallows before cool
costal tides pinch with their invisible fingers,
gravity has given way
to rolling fluent language seeping
coursing from here to there
in pools of salted blood and menstrual waters,
cuttlefish are tossed shoreward
bound for their bones to be picked over
pecked by feather variations of the same theme
meanly yet full of purpose,
there is no reason without explanation to starve.
Hold your breath.
There is so little light seeping through
veiled windows streaked with tears,
it has been raining.
Big full fat berries drip sexuality
ripe in their pregnant state,
fingers and thumbs long to pluck them
from states of innocence
exert too much pressure upon their skin
until their seed is birthed in an explosion
in an ending.......fertility futile.
They say the river has burst its banks,
..................a flood is coming.
The sound of wind instruments
flutes followed by strings seeps slowly at first,
a deaf man hearing only vibrations in his limbs
taps out a heartbeat on his knee.
We are being called to prayers
or by the toll of a death bell,
who are we to grieve if not ourselves
and our many mistakes starved out
laid out for examination.............................washed out to sea,
rolling over and over themselves
tumbling and colliding with others
with those of another combining infinitely
into another species of regret
born from the ocean floor sourly
ink replacing plasma
water clots the flow of bleeding.
Infants' call across barren plains
sand dunes of reeds and grasses
lastly to she,
..............the thin magnificent manifestation of us
hair and bone and teeth.
Atlas has laid down the cosmos
we are free........untethered........turned loose.
Samantha Ledger is an observer of life & the spinning wringing of ourselves, she writes from a place of deep sensual presence, exploring what it means to be human, female & alive.
