"Another wonderful poem that was written in Scotland by Naomi Wood. It is about, in our opinion, refusing to be broken by circumstance, and rising stronger and unstoppable."
I hear you roll your eyes on the phone
But destiny only comes calling once
And my heart is on a freight train
Bound for mountains
Surprised by my own spite
I surrender to a cacophony of disasters
Which comprise the battles
To a larger war
But nobody hands you power
And I am too loud, and too large
And one day my arms will break through these windows
And encircle the moon herself.
She unpacks my bags
And unclenches my fist;
Sonorous sage of cyclical small wisdoms,
While she pretends not to notice
As my hair grows tree-trunk tangled
And undergrowth thick;
A shrub-land of rebellion
While my riverbanks swell to breach.
If tumescent fruits explode in the mouths
Of those unafraid
Of their own deep waters,
Pin my hands above my head
With your glacial stare
Tessellated mountain shoulder ranges
Have ridden me deeper into the pitch of my own tide-
A burnished particle
Burning in my core’s cavity
And though I sleep in this corridor of chaos
I would distil these tears
To delight in the dance of their luminosity.
A sparrow exults in earthly divinity
In his quiet kingdom
While the fish move uncompromisingly
In their trifles.
You might believe the earth contains you
But the body is a light source
And there are secrets folded
In the flesh of your filaments.