Neuron Star

Posted on by Sommer Cullingford

There is a hex on our time,
a popsicle melting
in the miscellany

of summer days
pooling the iridescent depths
of the lens,

each high noon startled
to deep
blue fluorescence

and fraught immemorial,
pinned like a moth
against the montane spread

of cumulous ranges.
I watch as it all flakes to motes
for the kaleidoscope.

Magnetic, I’m singed electric
on the warm mortality
of the lawn

as it shrieks like petrichor
at the ferine animal
in my gravity.

The bone-milk of skin
flaunts piebald with the dappled
print of leaves,

but within there is a seismic charge,
a lathered star
from which neither love nor limb

will be spared –
with the head of a pulsar
burning to gusts of gleaming hair

and anointed by the neutron
gods in my voltage,
these cells cannot contain me.

13 thoughts on “Neuron Star”

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  3. Thank you everyone for your comments, it really helps to have this small community of writers. Sometimes it’s easy to get lost in self-doubt or apathy, but you guys keep me on my toes as well as encourage me that I am on the right path. A very significant role. Thanks again for tolerating my flagrant display of sometimes probably pretentious words. Happy new year and all that guff.

  5. Happy New Year Sommer. I enjoyed this immensely and, like Dean, learned some new words too. Petrichor. I’m so pleased to know that word now, and even more pleased we have a word for that smell. The melting popsicle of summer hit me hardest. One question – did you intend to repeat ‘of’? Have a fab 2021.

    1. Thank you! And yes on the ‘of’, it was sort of a poetic aesthetic experiment. In definition, the preposition ‘of’ is generally used to signify a relationship between things, I probably overused it here to be honest, but at the time I felt it was a more significant way to perform a simile than ‘like’ or ‘as’.

  6. Thanks for reading Dean, brain issues can be a bit like that, but forging them into inspiration is one thing I can control!

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