States of Poetry - Poems
'Blood Poetry' by Omar Musa | States of Poetry ACT - Series One
by Omar Musa •
I dip my finger in its redness –
a little wild honey for you
& a little for me,
beloved.
Each letter bears
the unmistakable scent,
the iron perfume,
the dreams of lung,
vein & the battlefield.
At the window,
trembling,
befriending trees & cats with my eyes,
whispering at the fences & the fennel.
I trace my finger on the page
& it leaves red marks:
cursive, shaped like infant breath;
bold letters, a jumble of bones,
a shotgun shell & a slap of ink.
Blood poetry,
the poetry of unease.
Omar Musa