1 Poem
Sophie Wood
Sophie works as a performance and visual artist, a gardener and landscape designer. Wood is currently working to open an outdoor event space and green cemetery called the Church Of Flowers. You can find more of her poems here.
photo credit: Candace Hope
Captain’s Log, Midsummer
Chicory blue and sky along the highway
won’t grow but in the toughest place
the corn tall – but not yet covered in corn
on our way, not there yet
somewhere halfway
green to green between
mid-sentence
mid-season
*
Morning rain
like so many clocks purring
you roll over inside me
*
Black bathing suit with the lace-up straps
an hour I lied about
just to be alone
hot rock, cool water, hot ass, cold feet
field I’ve crossed a thousand times
brown and blonde with hay
*
In the fog
white morning glories around the door’s window
a bagel and cream cheese portal
the six a.m. gallop
first giraffe, then baby doll, then bunny
cross my face
*
Enough rain that nothing dries
three long blue honeyberries
a dead chicken in the coop, reeking
*
Parking garage, frantic maze
your delicate spine
through the dark machine
*
To be that gold leaf on the black pond’s surface
floating between flutter and sink
*
Between thorns
ticks, poison parsnip
steep embankment
fistfuls and fistfuls of berry
their lush mouths to mine
for one minute of the whole year I did not think
of my family, their bellies
only my own
