Serpentine et al

A Poem By Hannah D. // 6/14/2016

A single drop
Dances arabesque
In the wind -

The skies have announced their final warning.

Here in the reddish soils
Is a lump of green and blue:
A stone, here chiseled, here rolling
As if morphed from clay into
The form it now embodies.
Smooth to the touch, and yet
Here shows signs of shearing -
Its colors more brilliant when wet.

To think, that a piece of the ocean floor
Now rests in my own backyard;
That a fragment of the sea escaped
From the jaws of the underworld;
That a cold, heavy drop of blue and green
Is silent of so bold a quest -
What other brave faces of nature
Now lie at my feet in rest?

Country Road
It's odd but I
recently discovered
that one thing that makes me
feel at home
is driving the only car on a
winding country road
windows down
classic rock
the radio.

I wonder why
some things
make me feel
like that.
Like ice cream sandwiches
by any swimming pool
or going to sleep to
torrents of rain and
40 mph winds.

Perhaps they are just
rooted deep
in my childhood -

so deep they have become
a part
of who I am.

black shoes click
silver sparks
flash and pop out of the dark
of the leather and the laces
and the floor.

turn up the beat, let the feet
rumble, shuffle, chassé
click across the floor, never
stop, just click, just right.

folds in upon the other
in place.
the stage
bring a whole new thrill
to the silver clapped leather black shoes.

when out on the stage, no echo can compare
to the pounding reverberation of a studio room.
now the sound is empty, hollow, drumming into a void of empty seats
but the clicks keep their rhythm while in motion.


of an audience - then silence
as red velvet curtains

frozen, still, wait - the rhythm begins.

black stage, black shoes, silver claps under toes
that jump, shuffle, stand, flap, fly.

glistening beat. sparkling steps. musical shoes.

the floor.

crescendo, with a glide
into quickening footwork, complicated
and a tumbling of silver-streaked


take that.



The whole set is absolutely lovely. :) I loved your use of the word "arabesque" in the first poem. Country Roads is sooooo relatable. I really think the little things like that make up a part of who we are. :)
And then the ending is absolutely perfect. The last three lines are sharp, in a tangy sort of way so it leaves a pleasant taste after I've finished.

Damaris Ann | Wed, 06/15/2016

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

Thank you so much, Damari! :

Thank you so much, Damari! : )

Hannah D. | Wed, 06/15/2016

"Reason itself is a matter of faith. It is an act of faith to assert that our thoughts have any relation to reality at all." - G. K. Chesterton

These are gorgeous. Oh my. I

These are gorgeous. Oh my. I love your style, the finesse of your words, their poignancy and punch...every poem had a silken flow, and I ate up the words with ease. This was lovely work! I can't remember--have you posted poetry before? If you have I hope I read and commented, because these were so, so excellent, and I'd hate to miss out on any more. Beautiful job!

Madeline | Sat, 06/18/2016

Wow, thank you so much! I'm

Wow, thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoyed these. I have posted some poetry before, but I've always focused more on essays, so yeah! Thank you for your lovely comment! : )

Hannah D. | Sun, 06/19/2016

"Reason itself is a matter of faith. It is an act of faith to assert that our thoughts have any relation to reality at all." - G. K. Chesterton


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