WRITE A POST IN RESPONSE TO TODAY’S ONE – WORD PROMPT.
I couldn’t think of anything so I am just going to post a poem I found with this word in it. Here goes it is called A WOMAN IS RUNNING FOR HER LIFE BY SHEILA DEMETRE
Under my ribcage a live coal
is singing. It wheedles from its hutch
of bone,glows blue in every kindling breath.
I need these bright shoes to burn up centuries
of inertia, of sickness holding me limp
with forehead ground against my tangled knees.
Celestial now, I’m all brush and sweep.
My elbows scribble, quickening the air I SLOG.
Don’t touch my sparks, my hieroglyphs of heat.
Light bellows over the lustrous hip
and oils the backbone’s trough of knobs.
I just want to go on churning, smoking from sight
around earth’s bulge, her green sizzle.
In the gist of my own wheeling
I’ll be bone-dust millions of miles long:
the meteor’s tail you glimpse in winter, the fly
whose hymn your hand keeps trying to still.