This poem is taken from PN Review 238, Volume 44 Number 2, November - December 2017.
Psalmwork
from The Notebooks of Korah’s Daughter
17
‘… hide me in the shadow of Your wings’
Wrens rehearse a local song, perch
in acacia native to this landscape.
There are patterns, learning
the birds do before they claim
a call of their clan. I have unlearned
and discarded the elders’ melody.
What I call seamless is the movement
from meeting him on a mountainside
and going home alone, the contour
of his body imprinted on my bare skin
that is never allowed to touch his.
Borders and wholeness are his
territory. Mine is lawless, broken.
Guard me like the pupil of an eye,
...
17
‘… hide me in the shadow of Your wings’
Wrens rehearse a local song, perch
in acacia native to this landscape.
There are patterns, learning
the birds do before they claim
a call of their clan. I have unlearned
and discarded the elders’ melody.
What I call seamless is the movement
from meeting him on a mountainside
and going home alone, the contour
of his body imprinted on my bare skin
that is never allowed to touch his.
Borders and wholeness are his
territory. Mine is lawless, broken.
Guard me like the pupil of an eye,
...
The page you have requested is restricted to subscribers only. Please enter your username and password and click on 'Continue'.
If you have forgotten your username and password, please enter the email address you used when you joined. Your login details will then be emailed to the address specified.
If you are not a subscriber and would like to enjoy the 285 issues containing over 11,500 poems, articles, reports, interviews and reviews, why not subscribe to the website today?
If you have forgotten your username and password, please enter the email address you used when you joined. Your login details will then be emailed to the address specified.
If you are not a subscriber and would like to enjoy the 285 issues containing over 11,500 poems, articles, reports, interviews and reviews, why not subscribe to the website today?