Wrote this on National Poetry Day during an open mic at Anglia Ruskin featuring Daisy TG. It comprises elements of everything I heard this evening.
Tell Me
We started undone,
Uncovering ourselves in uncertain light,
Inviting bruises,
Perusing paths, tendrilling.
We explore the empty shell
Echoing around the bright, forgotten core.
Sprinkle us with petals, regretless
Of the scars that clasp us.
Hear us, we are lost, disconnected
From the reflected warmth of open palms.
Listen to the glittering darkness,
Spinning along inked-in fault lines.
We have found gaps between
Sweetness and verity, laughing it off,
Because we've got this -
Blistering our fingers on the frigid distance
Between here and the stars,
Hearkening to the shards of hearts,
Gasping in songs of guts
And final calls,
Beating the fade to black.
Harmonies tug us,
A suspension web, deft connections.
Our road goes ever on, but
Ultimately diverging, emerging from the mist.
We are our own lines,
A mighty vibration taking us
Into mythology - ash-born,
Walking on coals, rolling our tongues
Over notions of hell,
Beckoning escapes from age.
Make your choices, raise your voices.
Ask.
Don't Stop.
