Ebb & Flow

EBB & FLOW

By David Milligan-Croft.





It begins with tingling pinpricks

In the wrist. Moving slowly

Up through the spongy muscle

Of the palm. From there, it spreads

Its spiky tendrils into the burning cul-de-sacs

Of my fingers.

Until the numbness sets in.





Somewhere outside, a piano is playing

A delicate melody. Vibrations of sound

Floating in the balmy August air,

Drifting off into the universe.





Meanwhile, across the galaxy,

Two spiral nebulae collide,

Stripping charged electrons from their atoms.

Ionised oxygen and magnesium sending 

A kaleidoscope of colours crashing,

And burning in the lightless void.

The beauty and violence of a star

Forming to give birth to new worlds, new life.





Then the ant. The curious ant

Pads across the table.

Its antennae probing the wall

Of flesh that is my hand.

It’s checking to see if I am safe to traverse.

Cautiously, it crawls over my palm,

Up my numb fingers. I feel nothing,

And everything, at the same time.

11 Comments

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11 responses to “Ebb & Flow

  1. Lynne

    Great use of imagery. Love it!

  2. Wonderfully fresh neural description
    Love the ant.

  3. I love the range from ant to cosmos and anchored by the human scale of the hand. I found this poem very moving.

  4. Very interesting πŸ™‚

  5. Beautiful lines with endless imagination πŸ™‚ well shared thanks πŸ˜ŠπŸ‘

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