You are good for poetry uncrooking
passages between my heart
and fingertips, my crumbling
tunnels refreshed
and tiled – bouncing red bloody light.
It’s a torrent again now, and
before it rises I say: “you can
have anything” – scoop out
everything heals in the end
there is more poetry than is polite or appropriate
And when we started I remember us
skittering down cracked tunnel steps
to a little sun under earth
and this will be what goes out first
one of these days I will be so light
you’ll float me home a happy
handsome older brother, lazy
horizontal hope I remember us
skittering down tiled tunnels to
a little sun under earth
and the flood rises red fins
and there is nowhere I can put you
safe on a mantelpiece – lifted anatomical,
up from waves, from cresting warm hands
Christopher John Eggett is a writer and runner from Cambridgeshire trying to live close to water. He will send you poetry and literature on a Friday, through his newsletter, Etch To Their Own (https://medium.com/etch-to-their-own) which you can sign up to here (https://tinyletter.com/cjeggett).
Eunoia Review 