The Poetry Well is a monthly column that showcases island poetry. This month includes a poem by Louisa Moody.
Strings On Fire
I always fool the dazzled boy
Churning rancid grapes to joy
They laugh
He lies
Ferocious growl decays
Leaking brontide waves
Born as morning grass
I am lost in fake wake
Clash
For her eye drinks warm blushing hearts only
Pursuing the lonely
Look
Make me need
memories retrieved
We are only as dangled and mangled as we
are wild
Bring away porcelain ocean child and make a
naked fever smile
Sister bleeds blue night angels but a brilliant
breeze devours desire
Sitting broken my strings are on fire