Chagall fiddler

ALangford

United Kingdom

semi on hiatus because i have decided i am no writer

Message to Readers

collom lunes are pretty fun tbh but i gave up

the traveller 08/10

October 13, 2018

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cartography of spine:
dust settles on you as
on an atlas

route across vertebrae 
traversed by flat ridged fingertips
as mountain ranges

come to rest
at the curvature of your
throat from glade

to glen. i
am a pilgrim to the
thankless terrain of

nape of neck,
the peak on which my
lips the alpinists

come to rest
as on a map, the 
nib of a

pen with which
i mark the globe of
you and never

touch. 

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2 Comments
  • I Write Occasionally

    This is so pretty! I love how the poem seems to start and stop, but also retains a rhythm to it. Well done.


    11 months ago
  • mayfly

    This poem somehow taught me how to fall completely in love and captured me whole. I adore this


    11 months ago