Re: Challenge.5 :: Imitation
after... i have found what you are like by ee cummings ... the abi version
i have come to see that you are
most like
the sun
(who each day prods the quiet calm of night with
whispered fingers, light
upon the darkness of morning cheek
cooing
gentle upon buds to
open as hands unfolding
to hold hearts
as timid flowers
hunger for new light
in the day's eternity
which
And the soul-fire of your eyes is but
the horizon towards which i travel
with arms (open as the hands
that hold all of myself)
wide
and reaching
for echoes of
Re: Challenge.5 :: Imitation
I based mine off "The Rabbit Catcher" by Sylvia Plath.
Re: Challenge.5 :: Imitation
Woman Ignites While Soaking Hair in Gasoline
To kill off head lice. Imagine the heavy, plastic gas can
near the water heater. See a young woman and the quiet
moments passing: her hopes that infested head might
empty again. Suddenly licked by flame from the water
heater’s pilot light, her hair goes up quick— a field
burning that has no season ahead to prepare for. Its heat
spread. Her scalp curled black, scorched under gasoline,
peeling like bark in a high wind. Human bloom. How
loud the flesh must have crackled and spit in her ears,
some dirge her body sang just as the fire crews reached
that five-hundred dollar-a-month, basement apartment.
Her body smoldering on the floor with burns, second
degree and third, boiling up on her skin. Renewed by
the fire’s long burn over her. Think anguish, but, also,
her body relearning touch. Think feeling, again, for
the first time and how long it burned before starting
over seemed a proper thing to do.
after Ross Gay's "Man Tries to Commit Suicide With a Crossbow".