I, memory,
I, a membrane and ghost
meronym to memory
and free—
I am the thorn
of flowers in your mouth,
and the foot of the leaf
between the limbs of
a small tree halved
like quarters,
and still dying,
I, memory,
I, a membrane and ghost
meronym to memory
and free—
Ancestress of loss
of the root and tree
that tried to die.
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I wrote this for the dverse prompt: “We are writing to the First Person Narrative, using “I am” as part of our poem. The voice, and the specific point of view is you, the poet.”
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"Poetess of darkness"–dVerse community; guitarist; pet hoarder.
My work, credited under my pseudonym Ellie Onka, has appeared in Visual Verse Anthology, VariantLit Magazine, Free Verse Revolution, the Scarlet Leaf Review, and a podcast called "Poetic Slice of Life" among others.
Poets such as Sylvia Plath, Ted Hughes, Lenoard Cohen, and E.E. Cummings are my main sources of poetic inspiration. I hope to one day have them rolling in the grave at my poetry.
At least, I could only hope to evoke such strong reaction.
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