Week 33 words from @emiliecollyer: cinnamon, ache, yesterday, fossil and tongue.
I've papered over the ache
with distractions and distance
sunshine searing my cinnamon skin
humidity gulping my moisture
I'm leagues from home
but the glue is still wet
and the discordance of yesterday
bubbles to the surface
I bury my grief deep in the sand
to harden and turn into a fossil
but it's sharp and spiky
and stabs me in the foot
with the spines of a sea urchin
salt on my tongue
Here are the words and my poem for the thirty-third week of the 2019 Poetry Challenge.
It's been an eventful couple of weeks here in the tropical island paradise of Bali. Like all holidays, it hasn't quite gone according to plan and an extremely bad case of sunburn hampered my goal of having a massage every second day. However, these are minor inconveniences when you consider I am oceans from home and soaking up the sun instead of hugging the heater. And at least I managed to fit it into my poem!
If you want to join the 2019 Poetry Challenge, head on over to my Instagram account (@indraniperera) where I post the words for the week on Mondays (mostly) in my story. Write a poem and post it. Be sure to tag me and use the hashtags #2019poetrychallenge and #livepoetsclub.
If you don't want to write a poem, you can still be part of the 2019 Poetry Challenge. Send me five random words and I'll use them in a poem. Either DM me on Instagram with the words or send me an email (indrani at indraniperera dot com).