Prose Poem

Out of the Bodice

Scrittura Wednesday Prose Poem Prompt: The Body of Language

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Gnawing the marrow from the bones of an idea, words dry out and splinter with an internal, infernal wind, cracking teeth as they emerge. The thought ruminated long in gestation; it was in the blood, deep, pulsating in ribosomal fashion, a hidden messenger. Now, in a grand eruption, it comes out; having run its collision course within, it explodes to life, a rush to the ears where it pings an infectious echo, taking on the cochlea with boxing gloves, armed to the chompers and not backing down. The sleeping dog that lurked inside will lie no more; it refuses stillness to ride on the waves and troughs of air, sounding vowels, consonants, and diphthongs for truth.

This poem is in response to J.D. Harms’ Wednesday Prose Poem Prompt in Scrittura: the Body of Language. Read it here:

Begins With the Throat: A Prose-Poem

Thank you for the prompt, JD! And thank you readers!