Course - by Shari-Lyn McArthur

Once, I aimed to be a comet;

a river to a moonless sea

named by you.



I'm allergic to the Moon, you claimed,

your epi-pen scoring out

its anaphylactic absence.



So here I am instead, a needle;

a vessel for that perfect fix

nested in you.

Comments

[Brian Edwards]

Exquisite.

B.

[Brian Edwards]

How come I dint get an email notification regards this? Weird, I have subscribed to critique and usually get the notice . . .

[larry jordan]

I keep stumbling over some of the references. I can't picture what is happening when an EpiPen is scoring, in this case an anaphylactic absence? I'm dense today.

[Shari-Lyn McArthur]

Thanks for reading, and for the feedback, Brian and Larry.

[JR Pearson]

Shari, I enjoyed all the plays "course" that run thru this. Stunned by the first lines but dropped a bit by "namedby you"....I understand the implications ie explored and fully formed by another but I wanted a more passionate reaction...does that make sense? The epipen lines I thought were a wee bit weaker than the rest...didn't make much difference because the ending kills & this tie te poem together. Excellent read.

JR