Completing Sarah Connor’s Challenge poem for January’s edition of Casting Bricks. (It went a little dark; perhaps I have been reading too much Ahkmatova of late?) Sarah is such a gifted poet and this was a delight to complete! Everyone is welcome to join in and Cast Bricks to Attract Jade, a collaborative poetry challenge. C’mon and give it a whirl!
Sarah’s words are in bold and mine follow. (Also went out on a limb & created a Sound Cloud, in spite of being sick for a week. I felt Sarah’s words come alive with the audio.)
It seemed like we were always dancing,
though the music was sometimes too fast,
and sometimes a little too slow,
and sometimes we hardly heard it at all
Frantic though the band played long
through black ruptured days of pitch,
and sometimes we heard our arteries thrum,
and sometimes we hardly heard their call
Until caesura broke the chest voice
and I let you leave without your hat and gloves.