Poem of the Day Series, Reading

Poem of the Day: Louise Mathias

 

PRONE, NOVEMBER

 

Just your slow, pink movements near the doorway.

If there were fields, they’d long ago rolled back in agate bliss.

Until you were indelible, a dahlia.

Bale of hay, almost made for a woman bent over.

Her pale sweet hedging (which,

in certain landscapes,

is an early form of love. )

I want you slow: birds hover near my waist.

Not sleep in the distance but the mimeograph

of sleep.

Above all else, the trembling resembles a forest.

 

—from Louise Mathias’ The Traps, Stahlecker Selections (2013)
—also previously appeared with Web De Sol

 

 

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