Nov 2 09: Cursive
November 2, 2009 § 4 Comments
Today’s Poetic Asides prompt is to look at something from a different angle. Since I wrote yesterday about being a leaver, I thought I’d write from the POV of the leavee.
Again, he pulls it from the battered suitcase.
It’s not the letters, it’s the meaning, stupid.
He still hears their laughter, winging high and free.
He lays his head against the motel pillow
and waits once more. Perhaps time will relax the words.
Still the figures dance and dive, tumbling, sliding
through the creases of the dimming light.
Just jump, they taunt, you can swim. The bee-hived
teacher’s frown returns as he slips
under the sheets. Sit up, concentrate! Deeper he
slides, deeper, until he is sealed tight and
turtle-tucked. Do it right, boy. Just once, do it right.