Blue
Genine Hanns
Volume 26 Issue 7, 8 & 9 | Posted: September 17, 2012
BLUE
A carny clatters into a rainforest town
and from the mouths of madmen and babies
far tides are shorn clean
in a bald twirl of tickle lights.
An ancient chant ears the sound into Pacific
with the salt taste of youth behind our tongues.
The gold bay watch gleams its glass sense
of propriety while a skull heap of feathers
pronounces each day. Our aching rises
to tunnel waves, breaks back our beginnings,
scatters our bones over cast-off love
while the shoreline grows pregnant
with promise and mist,
bluer than our truth, our first evening,
blue as a rainforest, bleeding in its time.
Genine Hanns is the author of two books of poetry and the soon to be published novel, The Innocent Origins of Sorrow. The above poem is excerpted from an unpublished novel Dancing With Snakes.
BLUE
A carny clatters into a rainforest town
and from the mouths of madmen and babies
far tides are shorn clean
in a bald twirl of tickle lights.
An ancient chant ears the sound into Pacific
with the salt taste of youth behind our tongues.
The gold bay watch gleams its glass sense
of propriety while a skull heap of feathers
pronounces each day. Our aching rises
to tunnel waves, breaks back our beginnings,
scatters our bones over cast-off love
while the shoreline grows pregnant
with promise and mist,
bluer than our truth, our first evening,
blue as a rainforest, bleeding in its time.
Genine Hanns is the author of two books of poetry and the soon to be published novel, The Innocent Origins of Sorrow. The above poem is excerpted from an unpublished novel Dancing With Snakes.
Genine Hanns