Her Disco [8]
These are many: horn-shaped,
fan-shaped, whirr-shaped.
Little chambered heart-husks
with spirals that go down.
These spiral, these wind:
spiny jewel box, lace & apple
with elbows like serifs,
tulip, cone, bonnet to soft
mollusk-heart, whelk,
augur that drills into sand-hut,
lion’s paw, egg cockle, angel
& turkey wings,
sunray venus,
bleeding tooth,
pear, baby’s ear
creased & hardened;
paper fig,
cherub-cheeked
& like the fleet moments after
waking.
Each a coil in nested crystal,
put these up to your ear,
hear the sounds
of dream—some call it the sea.
Her Disco [9]
The sea-shell bears the spiral,
each like a moon
in its own phase
or fragment, a husk
of intoxicated eye
pulls us into, gets us drunk,
& we weep for we are powerless
like a horn, curved & protean.
Small wind on water, nested
kingdom of stars.
Call her name:
Jar of Myrtle, Cup of Wild-almond,
Weather-vane, & Healing-of-the-nations.
Go, worm; go, mantis,
up leaf-spire up
in your upsy way.
Lisa Fink's poems will appear in a chapbook titled Her Disco due out in May 2012 from
Dancing Girl Press. There are space breaks in the above poems that got lost when I pasted in the poems, I'm sorry to say. Currently completing her MFA at the University of Virginia, she is a former student of mine. Buy the chapbook when it comes out!
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