Void
I imagine that this is like being inside the song
blue velvet, dark as fifties crooners
Silencing as drinking ink,
flows in my nose and ears and mouth
not suddenly but with permission
I could crawl inside it and sleep soundly
dreamless, I imagine
its those nights dormicing in ripened corn dizzy and tipsy
drinking from the bowl sky
I can even put in the stars its lacking
it’s given me that august Norfolk night
in jagged Manchester
drink it it in and you will see why
sometimes,
I can’t breathe in this city
I have never felt so much myself
so much a part of all the world as there
no hustle just stalk sounds , owl and bat wing
you can almost hear things growing.
Anna Percy completed a creative writing MA from Manchester University in 2009, one half of Stirred Poetry, has been writing for publication and performance around the country for eight years. Her work encompasses: love, loss, losing your mind.
Note: Void was written while looking at Anish Kapoor’s Piece of that name