the blue black wet of wood

Today’s rain is blue, a blue of skeletons and the underside of ashes...

Filmmaker Malik Vitthal
Partner Cave Canem

the blue black wet of wood

Today’s rain is blue, a blue of skeletons and the underside of ashes.
 
Footsteps pool in azure and the sea seeps through
 
         in waves that remember the determined descent
 
         of drowning slaves. The slog of night mosses my fingers
 
         as if to apprehend the ribs of trees and, somewhere,
 
         a song repeats in threes, calling little girls back home
 
from wherever obsidian away they may have roamed.
 
But the distance outlines an edge where a house may have stood,
 
and, oh, but the night and the blue black wet of wood.
 

 

 

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“The Blue Black Wet of Wood,” a poem by Carmen Gillespie. ©2013 Carmen Gillespie. Used by permission. This poem originally appeared in New Millennium Writings.

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