the peace in drowning by feral kenyon (original) // Soft Spoken Sapphic Poetry Reading [audio]
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- Опубліковано 27 сер 2024
- Gothic author Feral Kenyon reads original poem, "the peace in drowning"
the peace in drowning:
i feel her femininity in the way it embodies
the tranquility and fluidity of water.
the soft gentleness of which it caresses the
skin like a mother does her child
after a day of play
it's felt in the serene state of which one
feels when left afloat in a pool
unaware of surroundings, cut off from all
senses, yet content and safe,
their body hugged in the comfort of it
it’s felt as our bodies move as one, crashing like waves against a
sailor's
skiff
the haze of our lingering breaths creating
clouds of which rains down upon us to create
our storm
when i dip my feet
into her glist'ning waters, my mind fades away
i run my hands over its currents,
counting each ripple that threads through my
fingers, counting the waves that wash over me
and in this simple moment
i’ve found
solace
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About the peace in drowning:
Near our cottage in the cooling stream, we lay in sight of Aphrodite and Gaia. Your golden skin is warm beneath my fingertips, and soft to the touch. The water flows over every curve, every crevice, every inch of your skin, and the envy that flows through me prompts my own hands to reach places the water can't.
About the author:
Feral Kenyon is an Atlanta based author, photographer, and poet. Her work stands out among other female contemporary poets by focusing on the darker sides of feminism, mental illness, and the horrors (and blessings) of everyday life as a woman.
Image by Vex Ashley: / vextape
Become a Creature
IG: / feralblacksheep
TWT: / fieldbones
Carrd: feralkenyon.ca...
Help me publish a WLW poetry and photography book: gf.me/u/yknvbc
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I am in awe of your economy of words. You weave them in such a way that is ineffable beyond words.
Favorite stanza:
it’s felt as our bodies move as one, crashing like waves against a
sailor's
skiff
the haze of our lingering breaths creating
clouds of which rains down upon us to create
our storm
Thank you so much! Those are the kindest words I've heard about this piece♥♥♥
@@fieldbones Well, I am a logophile at heart, so it truly spoke to me. :-)
This is stunning!! Ahhh there's more I wanna say but no word seems proper