Basilike Pappa, As Rain Inside The Brain

Proud to be on Dodging The Rain today. Thank you, Neil Slevin!

DODGING THE RAIN

MELINDA’S LONG SCARF SYNDROME

Melinda stores memories inside chickens – uncaring birds.
Buys groceries.
Eats. Cleans. Makes a cup of tea.
Sitting by her window she knits long scarves. Hobbies are a good thing.
It all feels like calling home and speaking in a foreign accent, or like a strange cat sitting on her armchair.

Melinda used to have her rooms full of nightingales. Sometimes she flashed them at people. Well, she is only human.
But counting nightingales before they sing all their songs is a cheater.

It comes as a missed train, as rain inside the brain; as unequal exchange, torn page, minimum wage. It comes as derealization, depersonalization, as minding the gap but still getting your foot stuck in it; as varicose vein, chest pain, not so sweet martha lorraine. It comes as blue, to paint blue the heart; as human factor, x-factor, max factor. It comes as…

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Watch – Basilike Pappa

Today I’m on Free Verse Revolution.

FREE VERSE REVOLUTION

That emotionless tick,

that tack, like a wink,

I nailed you to a wall

but couldn’t keep you

Always that tack,

that same tick,

I wrapped you around my wrist

but couldn’t hold you

I clicked my tongue out of rhythm

danced off beat

sang out of tune

to confuse you,

but you always keep an eye against me.

I took a screwdriver to you

to untick your tack, untack your tick

I ripped you open

but couldn’t kill you.

That tick, unquestioning,

and tack unrelenting

what will you gain from my ending?


Basilike Pappa is a bookmonger and a wordcubine. She believes that in poetry an image must montage the mind with false cognates, and that god is sun on a copper coffee pot. Her prose has appeared in Life & Art Magazine, Intrinsick and Timeless Tales, and her poetry in Rat’s Ass Review, Surreal Poetics

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