I have torn holes in life, portals
from one self to another, city
to city, country to country.
I have adapted my nostrils
to different scents and smells,
my tongue to sweet and sour.
I have adjusted my eyes
to everchanging landscapes,
falling from another sky
to land on concrete or grass,
sometimes on my feet,
sometimes flat on my arse.
I have learnt the languages of birds,
hummed songs of different bees,
and embraced new species of trees.
Each hole I have torn has left a scar,
crescent moons, comets and stars
tattooed on the skin of my universe.
Kim M. Russell, 19th May 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: About Portals
Anmol is back with this Tuesday’s Poetics and has shared an extract from ‘The pandemic is a portal’ by Arundhati Roy, an interesting way of looking at our current situation, as well as a selection of poems.
He reminds us that the global pandemic has changed the way we look at our existing systems and fault lines in our society, and refers to Roy’s recent essay, saying that it can be a portal to the kind of world that we want for ourselves – hopefully a better one.
Anmol would like us to mull over the word ‘portal’ as a theme for today’s Poetics. He says that we should not limit ourselves to the experience of this pandemic, but we can write about portals that we have crossed in our lives, possibly resulting from other collective experiences like that of war, social unrest, revolutions, and climate change.