The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
By Jessica Reidy
I thought you were a rose hip
from some island bush, full of flesh
and seeds, sweet and wild.
You are an ant
on a leather seat indoors, scentless
where nothing stings or sings
to your blood, your delicate chemical.
I would have taken you from someone
through the fence, discreet.
I would gnash your life
between my teeth.
I tried to dig you out with my spoon,
espresso steeped. You scuttled
from the sticky arm, deep
into the chair's crevice. I expected
a fight. You always taught me
to expect the worst and to know
how to kill everything.
But still, I meant to place you in a glass
and drop you on the street, at least,
where the animal in you
might recognize a call.
You are not the red promise
that grows from salt air--
I should not have hoped.
I am the one taking love from ocean
flowers for my hair full of ants and elixirs
too strong to hold.
#Poem #Poetry #CreativeWriting #BloodSong #Ant