escapril day 13: the city
A thousand feet drumming a heart beat.
Spies look down from tall tower eyes,
Watching as shrunken, scuttling
Entities swirl – phosphenes
In the city’s dream –
Who am I to
Anyone
But my
Self?
Today I wrote a nonet! A poetic form, consisting of 9 lines, each line decreasing by one syllable, the first having 9 syllables. I thought this form fit perfectly with this poem about feeling shrunken in a city.
Lauren Kathleen 