SPOTLIGHT: ‘Seed’ (Found Poetry From The Great Gatsby) by Marie-Louise Eyres

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Aftermath

I got up only to

            fall,

                        bite

            into the ground.

My thoughts scattered

            like                  crickets,

            returned as soggy

whitewashed lemons.

I held my chin 

            in my trembling          fingers,

                        the pressure inside

            my head

a huge,

            black-knotted tree,

while rain gathered 

            in small           swamps 

                        and prehistoric marshes 

                                    along my sleeves.

I couldn’t eat 

            a spoonful

                                    of raw honey

            though my throat

was full 

            of aching,        grieving beauty, 

                        the frothy odor

                                    of hawthorn

                        & plum blossoms.

This was my hour

                                    of change.

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Moon Baby

Oh baby, bigger

            than the moon

                        kicking

            into the night

with your caramel

            song.

One warm little heart

                        beating tight

                                    like the skins

                        of tigers.

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