Bones

This comes from a prompt by Kelli Russell Agodon.

The prompt is as follows: “Grab the closest book. Go to page 29. Write down 10 words that catch your eye. Use 7 of the words in a poem. For extra credit, have 4 of them appear at the end of a line.”

I picked up a Family Nurse Practitioner certifying exam study guide. Enjoy. It’s among my stranger pieces.

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Bones

My hands touch the place
of your infantile sutures.

I trace where there once
was space between bones,

blood pulsating palpably
in your soft, strange skull.

It is hard now,
adult in nature.

The brain gets settled
in its ways.

Your skull and mine
a series of fused bones,

no longer subject
to speculative interpretations;

for instance:
a white forelock

can be associated
with deafness,

more than one hair whorl
poor brain growth.

My unruly heart
conjures magic,

a finger
traces a spell.

It’s genetics,
it’s chemistry.

The inevitable
passage of time,

bending our bones
to the other,

like two stalks
planted but reaching.

 

© 2018 Mindy Goorchenko All rights reserved. Here is a link to my published poetry collection, The Latent Talent of Conception. Thank you for your support!

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