Poetry Skating Through the Keyhole

Lana Bella
Near the French door, 
I met with rain.
As if drunk upon 
the verses of 
some drowning sylph,
I was poetry 
skating through 
the inverted keyhole,
peeling rhymes
  and symbols
and elements
onto the ripples in
macabre breaststrokes.
A keen throb here 
and there 
gnawed its teeth 
lining my flesh, 
weeping down like
off-keyed reading at 
a poet's funeral. 
Up above,
someone lay fingers
over the harp, 
flooding my ocean 
with polyphonic arias, 
while beneath,
I drifted resting upon
my death leaflet 
through which a spasm 
was felt on the wet ground.


Lana Bella, A Pushcart nominee, is an author of two chapbooks, Under My Dark (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016) and Adagio (forthcoming from Finishing Line Press), has had her poetry and fiction featured with over 200 journals, including Columbia Journal, Gravel, elsewhere, among others.

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