Poem
- Katie Catulle
- Feb 12, 2023
- 1 min read
grab your fears bundle them up
with your most inky and twisting
thoughts and lift them up to the raindrops
to watch eyelids drift up
up towards sleep before I could
bundle and blow them away
before I could watch the shimmering bubble drift up
up spinning and shimmering an incandescent
ballet twirling on an undefined stage drifting
closer faster toward the outstretched finger
covered in charcoal and shaven to a point
a pencil, perhaps, scribbling. Lifting up
up, pop, bursting in
tiny strands, shiny paper shaking
suspended on an unlit stage as the pencil
laughs, claps, begs for another