Maryam Hessavi

3 Poems

All Blue Things

I was once a chicken heart;
small, singing down the river

I was once a standing bear; twi
-light claws; rainbow salmon scales

I was once an aging man;
sat, watching them deliver

Our whole universe;
dark, backed into the soil

And one time when an old skin
had rotted blue on me,

I was a snake,
a night-time birch,

an elderly mother
of three sunk girls.

They were pink skin
and purple-seahorse curls

I was once the mastodon
in children’s crayon scrawls

Once the liver leaking bubble
on the knife and board,

or the feather fallen
onto Morecambe Bay



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