tilting for the dive, the noon sun
squints, rocks rise from the cliff
to meet my cannonball
the bulb spills open on the stony wall
water, teeth, swill and spit
vertebrae fly, flail, drown
glass-eyed immobile
swimming in the blue
of the surgeon’s gown
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dVerse Quadrille 107 - Blue Monday
That's unfortunate. :(
ReplyDeleteWow, that was unexpected! It all seemed so calm and idyllic, the ‘tilting for the dive, the noon sun’. The rocks rising from the cliff were ominous, but I wasn’t prepared for the gruesome and very effective second stanza. The final stanza is perfect.
ReplyDeleteOh my...
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