Poetry Month So Far (II)

[radiantfracture]

(April 3-4)

Well, if not love, then
love -- a giant pacific octopus
twelve feet long
can slip through the ring
of your thumb and forefinger
like a skein of silk, shifting
even its shining mind
to siphon through. Heart,
be like that.

You and I will live
only by changing shape again
and again.

Take the form offered you
and escape.

Contract and expand.

Touch everything at once
in eight directions.



NOTES

1. I am probably exaggerating slightly about the octopus, unless you have pianists' hands.

Comments

[radiantfracture]

Thanks! I love your icon -- is it from a book cover?

[intertext]

Thanks! Yes - it's from Robin McKinley's Deerskin, one of my favourite books.