you think our nights are bad—the days are worse far worse a fingernail life, stumbling through shapeless days, formless blurs unmoored in brackish water no neat parade of events for us no shoulders straight, setting forth with conviction marching steadily with others we are the unhinged, disoriented the sea stirs under our feet hold on, quick, find something, focus, pull weeds, do dishes, fold laundry forever look as though you belong let no one know we are drifting wraiths in danger of being drawn down to a drab seaweed world floating dimly with feathered algae Dead Man’s Fingers pressing hearing muffled voices not calling to us not caring for us waiting for release in the sleepless night of the unanswered bell.
Claire Scott is an award winning poet who has published in numerous literary magazines. She has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize (2013 and 2014). She was also a semi-finalist for both the 2014 Pangaea Prize and the 2014 Atlantis Award. Claire is a winner of the Arizona State Poetry Society 2013 Annual Poetry Contest. Her forthcoming first collection of poems, Waiting to be Called, published in 2015.
- Past and Passed Away
- 2014 Pushcart Nominations