Aftermath
Body knows soul
does not accept—
the worst happened
it is over—
||nearly|| it is nearly over|
body experiences
s i l v e rdawnssong
blackbirdsong
silvers,
slivers of
its song
are a
silversong—
I feel it along
my arms
soul trembles
it is over,
nearly—
flowers were—their
lights
light
the path
body knows—
© Chris Murray 2023
First published The Honest Ulsterman, June 2023. Aftermath is companion to Violence, from fragments 1&2 first published Belfield Literary Review, issue 2, spring 2022, Eds. Paul Perry and Niamh Campbell. Both poems are from my forthcoming book.
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from “Violence” I am breathing. I am breathing lightly as, light as, shell— / breath as, moth— / breath as, bird— / breath moon’s faces a triptych sets Mars’ red against turquoise— a sister, (less 6) ~ serious now, it is— (a purple sonority pageant of silks, their faces— dive of bird cuts through watered silk finds its level (frozen) we are mouth -bound crystalline gold cold— a) woman walks into winter © C. Murray 2022First published belfield literary review, issue 2, spring 2022, Eds. Paul Perry and Niamh Campbell.
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