Lady of Shalott
characterized by a wild unruly manner or attitude :
The boat shifts against the rough waters and she
holds on tight to the sides, the metal cutting her palms.
She is in every meaning of the word exhausted.
the edge of her gown -
muddy and fringed, has been spilled upon by water and vomit.
her nose - freezing and dripping.
Salt frost crusted over her septum like
ice on a pine needle. She shakes, her heart skipping.
She notices a merlot stain on the cold wet metal of
the bottom of the boat. She watches
the water wash it away and she chokes back bile.
She is sitting, legs crossed at the ankle and lips pursed
In a thin line, she hasn’t slept in days and she’s starving.
She brings a tea to her lips, it is steaming but has
chilled for 11 minutes. She knows because
She's watched the clock and
Its incessant ticking.
Stirred in honey to the sweet chamomile, and watched it drip
onto her finger.
She raises it to her mouth, but she does not eat.
She shifts - the wood creaks under her body and
she has crossed one leg over
the other at the knee.
She notices the stars,
tries to count them and takes in the midnight sky - a shade of spruce.
She presses her left thumb into her right palm
and feels the beads of sweat.
She smells the river, a shade of juniper
beside her and wishes she knew how to swim.
There is a small river in my backyard -
I notice a deer lapping up the water
and a dew forms around its mouth
like that of froth and drip in the mouth of a rabid dog.
A rustle in the bushes, and it falls.
A bow an arrow kill -
I watch and imagine its brain turning
It bleeds a sangria color from its eyes and I
feel like the hunter
characterized by a wild unruly manner or attitude