Shannon Connor Winward — The Monarch Review
Two Poems – Shannon Connor Winward
Friday, January 13, 2017 12:36 — 0 Comments
Getting Wet The first time I tasted sweet plum wine was like kissing a girl with a candy tongue deep between her satin sheets The first time I kissed a girl was like sliding into a black velvet dress that perfectly mirrored my curves and lengths The first time I wore a black velvet dress was like hearing my mother invoke me (shiver-clear as seven-up and gin in a glass in smoky room) but not by the name I was given The first time I took a name of my own choosing I thought I was deep like the baby […]
What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
