Percussive
The strain and drape of clothing against skin,
measurements converted to volume, sensation.
Socked feet sliding against a tiled floor,
a sandpapery whisper deep in the instep.
Numbness sputtering into splintered pain,
a hand or foot reawakening to itself.
The big sting under an eyelid solved
in the retrieval of an eyelash, a tiny fishhook.
The gentle pressure of a cool fingertip
against the throat, percussive, verifying bone
or indentation, the places by which the body
is exposed as tent, frame, drum head.
I never would have expected this image with this poem! I love the descriptions, and the coupling of movement with sound, the sandpapery slide of socked feet, the drum head.
ReplyDeleteooooh, i can actually feel this poem on my feet...
ReplyDeletehmmmm...
yum!
thea.
xx