Sorcery
Sandra Simonds
I’m a witch who lost all her powers, then
in place of my powers, I got the coiled beauty
of seashells and sleeping infants. The coiled
beauty of eardrums, and the sound wave
of bells. The bells! This is the country of clouds.
The molten body, the Floridian pinks,
and centuries of sand dollars examining
the arcing waves. New territory
of interiority and I’m in the middle of this.
White like a negative belt.
I am an airless thing. When I get high, I get low.
But I’m real and airless and love you.
About this poem
“The poem is a short meditation on the mysterious, repetitive forms that emerge in nature – spirals of sound waves and shells – and their mysterious connection or disconnection to human powers (our emotional landscape, sense of self and intimacy).” – Sandra Simonds
About Sandra Simonds
Sandra Simonds is the author of “Steal It Back” (Saturnalia Books, 2016). She teaches at Thomas University and lives in Tallahassee, Fla.
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(c) 2016 Sandra Simonds. Originally published by the Academy of American Poets, www.poets.org. Distributed by King Features Syndicate.
