She used to sing to memorize
\nnotes between the wind\u2019s silences,
\ntones of red, dripping in triplets
\nto splintered slats where the muted
\nsound of colour stretched under
\nbony fingers like tribal marks.<\/p>\n
She used to sing to warm the dank,
\ndark pulse of aches, thumping
\na wilted beat in her frayed inner garden
\nwhere only the stubble of wheat grows
\nand rain-worms float, water-logged
\nin sheer stocking-like skins.<\/p>\n
She used to sing during the passing
\nof years for weddings of colour
\nto throw top hats like daffodil coronas,
\ndispersing swollen, black seeds
\nto pollinate the journey through.<\/p>\n
She used to sing to strip winter\u2019s lash
\nfrom her raw skin and to hush
\nthe noise of felling trees.
\nShe fell, her yellow skirt
\nballooned like the sun,
\nspearheaded bushes ripped twill,
\nthe yellow sagged. For a year,
\na snagged, lone flag flapped on a treetop.<\/p>\n
Sleepless, as the night skulks,
\na spewing, flame-green fire
\ndries a wooden, sepal-painted plate.
\nWith a handful of waxed hair,
\nshe shines birch. Inside the sheen,
\na waiflike finger tracks eighty wide
\ngrowth rings, as the moon\u2019s
\nlight is blinded by snow.<\/p>\n
She used to sing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
She used to sing to memorize notes between the wind\u2019s silences, tones of red, dripping in triplets to splintered slats where the muted sound of colour stretched under bony fingers like tribal marks. She used to sing to warm the dank, dark pulse of aches, thumping a wilted beat in her frayed inner garden where […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":19854,"template":"","categories":[54,11],"class_list":["post-19933","stsp_text","type-stsp_text","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-issue-25","category-lyrik"],"yoast_head":"\n