What we do after Saturday

[sabriel007]

Is come home, with pockets full of lemons
as if we could squeeze out the sunset,
black curls against our cheeks. I
do a load of wash, and red flower petals tumble out,
small stones, and sea glass - this
will be what saves us*.


*"What we do after Saturday will be what saves us," is a quote I read somewhere, and now can't place, about the latest No Kings protest. The internet seems to think it was Jon Pavlovitz.

Comments

[michaelboy]

Your poetry is very good.

This reminds me of an e.e. cummings poem

"maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea"

[sabriel007]

Thanks! I do enjoy e.e. cummings, particularly in this poem the stone "as small as a world and as large as alone".

Mine doesn't feel quite right to me yet - maybe I will fiddle with it more later. Maybe I was just asking it to do too much...