More from Featured Poet Charlotte Runcie.
You’ve already met Charlotte (hopefully you’ve visited her blog and had a look at her zine as well!), and you’ll find out more about her when I interview her here tomorrow. In the meantime, here’s another of her poems!
This is how life must have started;
a curving dance of ripe mathematics.
The wristflick, arc, exchange, and the way
the ratio tricks the eye. The way you pluck
balls from the air like fruit, and set them
in a mess of continual spirals,
darting like fireworks, or fish
working in their mutual sense.
My delighting hypnotist,
you’re not one for illusion.
Watching you is like
the reassuring rocks of a pendulum, the
shush and sway of parents’ arms,
the various, exact dialogue of kisses.