Girl, Adrift
that when the ball of light bobbed across
her path she clung to it, though it was larger
than her body, held it to her flat belly
and resolved to incubate it until it hatched
something that would speak her language.
The light had no heat, in fact it seemed
to drain something from her, more like
a snowball than a sun, but she wrapped it
in her thin arms and thought comfort
although it burned her skin with a noise
like the soft hissing of water over rocks.
Would it beget other globes, a galaxy
perhaps, her own private universe?
She had never heard of such eggs
but she had nothing to lose; it was this
or the darkness, alone. They say now
it has become impossible to distinguish
between them: star and girl, girl and star.
- Lisa Rosinsky
Beautiful picture, wonderful poem! Love this collaboration idea. Keep them coming, ladies!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Erin! Check back for new posts each week!!
DeleteThis is one of those projects that makes me tingle. Nothing in this world makes me happier than artists feeding off others' art...except one thing, doing it well. Congratulations guys, your first three posts hit the spot, the way that first bite of a favorite dessert always does.
ReplyDeleteAww, thanks, Jamie! And nothing makes me happier than a really nice comment on a blog post I'm proud of, like the (real, not maraschino) cherry on top of an ice cream sundae with lots of whipped cream.
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