| InterBoard Poetry Competition | |
FORBIDDEN TUNDRA Melissa A. Resch (BostonArtist) MY ONLY SWERVING T. Obatala (trkyounger) A VIEW Zoltan Farkas
Forbidden is the same as mirth, is turned to mirth
like a tease, like how every stolen glance
her way skews the spicy balance
stirring the stew of enchanted delight.
Tundra is the same as ice, is turned to ice
like a raw clash, like how a mis-chosen word
when spoken freezes the air between two
splintering a moment they thought was love.
Rotten is the same as offal, is turned to offal
like maggots, like how every fertile fly
with magna eyes squeezes eggs out sacred ducts
covering the stink with new life on wings.
Freedom is the same as flight, is turned to flight
like a sylph, like how every summer
a milkweed pod explodes on the breeze
carrying seeds to the end of the earth.
The bones
of my body
if broken
a certain way
can generate
light on their
own.
That is why
i can say
the thing
that i was,
the thing
that now
waits,
has turned
into a funeral
lamp.
I think hard
for all of me.
Light jumps in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.
On the tip
of Manhattan,
like a tongue
in the ocean,
stands a cluster
of scrapers
licking the sky.
There,
on the western side,
stood once
cathedrals of pride.
Higher than
the tower of Babel,
fermenting dreams
in their bowls.
There is where
I met you --
and lost you
forever...
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