Monday, January 4, 2016

If I Wear Water

Charing Cross Road 1937, by Wolfgang Suschitzky


If I wear water falling -
cool against my clavicles
and wraith wrapped round my wrists,
its kisses clinging to my hips -
will it mean I'm clean;
a purer sort of animal,
or swine-like

will I insist on finding mud?

For The Mag

16 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Ah, I did need a giggle this morning!! Thank you, MZ!! Snow is everywhere, ice all over the streets and unlikely to get scraped because as a city with few days like this only every few years, well, that's the city's excuse for not clearing the streets! Happy Monday????

Noirfifre said...

Sounds like you are sinking in icy water.

brudberg said...

I think we all seek water... here in Amsterdam it has looked like this today.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Such an amazing concept, MZ.

Gail said...

Sometimes the temptation of mud is a calling we can't resist.

Fireblossom said...

Damn! So, I take it your dry spell is over? Your last two poems have crackle, smarts and beaucoup attitude.

ps--fuck you. Now i have to go try to write as well.

Helen said...

It is 5:38am here, my mouth is hanging open ... Is that a good thing? Yes.

Elena Sands said...

So clever. I really liked this. Nice, nice write. :-)

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Carol Campbell said...

The hard choices and the honesty you describe really resonate with me!

Sandra said...

oh ! .... that is creative!

Carrie Van Horn said...

Now that is a mouthful and a lot to think on Mama Zen! Love this!

grapeling said...

i'm for mud. ~

Bekkie Sanchez said...

I'm a fan of both water and mud! I enjoyed your take!

Gemma Wiseman said...

In a strange kind of way, mud and water are just one version of Nature's yin and yang. A lively poem.

Kathe W. said...

I vote for mud!