A summer-born child, I lived in my head,
I drew, wrote, sang and read,
peopling worlds with invisible friends
to fill the space where reality ends.
Now I feel winter creep into my bones
and my poetic graffiti covers the stones,
written in lichen of saffron and green;
childhood’s buried where it can’t be seen.
But gravestones speak of lives lived and lost,
omitting the parts that weigh up the cost.
I enter the graveyard through gates in my head
to record all the stories I hear from the dead.
Kim M. Russell, 5th June 2018
Amaya is tending bar today for what she says is the one and only dVerse Speed Dating Night. In honour of the 199th anniversary of Walt Whitman’s birth, she wants us to be inspired by his magnum opus, ‘Song of Myself.’
She asks us to imagine we are writing personal ads and write poems that show our intended audiences who we are, not who we want the world to see.
Amaya says that there’s a lot of freedom with this prompt, but to remember to proclaim and celebrate ourselves as if our soul mates at the other end of the universe would recognize us.