mercury drops
rolling through palms
faster than setting
summer stars
whose ancestors shed
the iron in our blood
follow the electrons
to noble gasses
follow the moon-eyed
smiler to his treasure
peel back the asphalt
by the factory
find mercury balls
rolling marbles
in our soft
and willing hands
8 Comments | Filed under: poems | Tagged: mercury, napowrimo
Nice one, James. I like the way it moves in and out and then back in again to the balls of mercury in the hand. Very appropriate poem for a blog called Coyote Mercury.
Thanks, Sherry. I already have a coyote poem for this month so a mercury poem was kind of an obligation
I like the tone of this and the way it turns back on itself
Thanks, Crafty Green Poet!
I am particularly liking the last three poems, the one from your files has a different flavour and voice, but I enjoyed it. This one and the last one [in particular]seem connected although I haven’t figured out why my brain thinks so with this one. I like the movement of it. Hope all is well, James.
Thanks, Margo, they feel connected to me too. Glad you liked the older one too. It’s fun to dig through the files and find something I kind of like.
Love this. The science in it transformed to magic by your words, the hands, the play. Super.
Thanks, Deb.