Collective Unrest

 

poem for anna akhmatova

August 14, 2019

she was a mighty song from the earth

she was flesh breath desire

she was the sky a shroud

dark towers like teeth

graves without coffins

coffins without the earth

she was

love turned sideways

into truth

she was an orchard

in full summer the flowers

pregnant drifting

she had many wings long impossible feathers

each a constellation and sorrow

she was cursed

with the terrible blessing

to live

in a broken dream

a country swimming in blood

a mad king

swimming with the dead

laughing

she saw

everything

herself

arching over

a sky

of smoke

and cold fires

row after row

of tree stumps

sinking under the gray river

her words

bolted

into history

 

Charles Talkoff’s short fiction has appeared in, JMWW, Underground Voices, 3QR, The Midway Journal, and The Urbanite. His poetry is forthcoming in, Visions International and Dime Show Review. He lives in Chicagoland.

Please follow and like us:
Newer Post

Dolls

Forty three. The sell by date of my body has expired. Luckily, I haven't been left on the shelf. Someone took me out of the wrapper a while ago. There's been some deterioration of condition, scuff marks, dents. My skin…
Read
Older Post

The Spirit of A War Sleeps Beneath My Skull

(For Biafra) Separated by a wall of forty-nine years, I had no true feel of the war. No memory of what could have been disassembled into tiny visions, of planes flying & grazing the country’s landscape with fire, sealing the…
Read
Random Post

rihanna

standing in line for the movies IamLegend of all things my college boyfriend david captain punched me in the gut, knocked the wind right out of me i know these are clichés, colloquialisms, taboos for a poet but that’s exactly…
Read
Random Post

21 buried sunsets

for France & Lebanon, following the terrorist attacks a. it becomes violence b. a border sings a prayer of negation c. too late d. a scarf layers a bloody neck in diseased warmth e. nobody looks at the ground anymore…
Read
Random Post

The Whole Thing is a Temple

Two elements burning in the hearts of stars. The presence of a third, the movement of the molecule. Two chemicals turned into one hundred and eighteen. Call them everything. The sun is just another star burning, turning, floating in space.…
Read
Random Post

God Called In

God called in to work today and we’re short handed. It’s the third time this week, he always leaves us stranded. God called into work today, what a coincidence. He has the weekend off, and vacation ‘til the end of…
Read