68th Virtual Poetry Circle
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Welcome to the 68th Virtual Circle!
Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.
Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.
Continuing our exploration of Halloween poetry, we're turning to a contemporary poet Paisley Rekdal:
Bats
unveil themselves in dark. They hang, each a jagged,
silken sleeve, from moonlit rafters bright as polished knives. They swim
the muddled air and keen like supersonic babies, the sound
we imagine empty wombs might make in women who can’t fill them up.
A clasp, a scratch, a sigh. They drink fruit dry.
And wheel, against feverish light flung hard upon their faces,
in circles that nauseate. Imagine one at breast or neck,
Patterning a name in driblets of iodine that spatter your skin stars.
They flutter, shake like mystics. They materialize. Revelatory
as a stranger’s underthings found tossed upon the marital bed, you tremble
even at the thought. Asleep, you tear your fingers
and search the sheets all night. Let me know your thoughts, ideas, feelings, impressions. Let’s have a great discussion…pick a line, pick an image, pick a sentence.
I’ve you missed the other Virtual Poetry Circles. It’s never too late to join the discussion.