DISCONNECTED #10
DISCONNECTED #10
Gillian Prew
Brides do not touch me unless dead in their gowns;
the endless bloom of bouquets remaining tight
as innocence, while I, wide open
– a gutted fish, a lost iridescent –
have shown too many bones for ceremony.
I remain a walking silence in this. Dumb
to the violence of promises; a buried skull
laughing regardless. I am not…
The first of three poems from my chapbook, 'Disconnections' to be published at 'Misfits Miscellany'. My thanks to Philip Vermass.
