Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Romancing The Drought
The mountain, hip bone of earth, shoots down a dry, hot wind
Rattles the skeleton city, held together by a series of pins and plastic cartilage.
We hang refrigerators, like art, In our bedroom windows
Who rattle clumsy tunes, instrumentals, transposing the fever of a ragged daze.
Between sheets of sea, in our urchin shells, we carve coolness into the shape of ocean waves
And sleep with mountain ranges wrapped around each other.
More photos here.
Advertisements
wonderful poem!
LikeLike
“Rattles the skeleton city” I like that alot.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I just love it a very intriguing rhythm to the words and I’ve never heard air conditioning explained so creativity
LikeLiked by 1 person
Dynamic poem. I love the photo’s evolving as I scroll down.
LikeLike
Lovely words ❤️
LikeLike
Both the picture and the write-up compliment so well. Loved this piece 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, that particular line changed a few times from non-abstract to abstract, back and forth and back and forth, but I felt the final version’s visual, emotional, and rhythmic strength would overcome its abstractness, delivering meanings to the reader. Thanks Joan
LikeLiked by 1 person
Very imaginative poem with amazing imagery, Elan!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love this, Elan: “Between sheets of sea… we carve coolness into the shape of ocean waves.” So abstract and yet, the picture you paint in my mind is so clear. The photo is intriguing also, looks like a stadium full of rocks… some on the 50-yard line, others in the nosebleed seats. 🙂
LikeLiked by 2 people
This is wonderful. Both the photograph as well as the poem. Thanks for sharing.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Fantastic imagery, I love it!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lovely words; intriguing photo. Very nice!
LikeLike
Wow, very cool! Thanks.
>
LikeLike