Poem: Exhalation

[talkstowolves]

There are some exciting things afoot! If only they weren't so behind-the-scenes right now. Still, I will shortly be able to share on some of them.

Last year, for National Poetry Month, I hosted intermittent poetry attacks on my journal. I haven't had the opportunity to do that so far this month (too tied up with school, etc.), but I hope I'll at least be able to throw some original poetry at you guys each week for the rest of the month.

So, in that spirit: have a poem!

Exhalation
by Deborah J. Brannon

I walked down the path
though I was frightened
--a thousand smoke-colored birds
flew up
startled (a sudden exhalation)
and I thought that must be
what terror looked like
in the hearts of the great.
The soft creature of me paused
a great tension stirring in my thighs:
I could feel the furious blood
in those desperate bodies
winging across the still bloodless
sky.
My eyes fell to a red sun rising
--but the blue of the sky could not leave
my eyes.
I kept walking.

Poetry from last year: Elegy for a Fallen Angel
(which, incidentally, was also my offering for International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day)