Emily

How the narrator discovered that our body was our soul

I did believe in Soul, but I say I do no longer,

When Emily graced the fields with

A poem for a vessel.

To wear her body electric- a combustion of rising embers-

With swan-like grace and divine power in her eyes.

 

Soul lives inside, as babes we were told,

Not a thing to be worn and exposed

To the erosion that is the outside breeze.

A thing of secret and locked away with key

As I was told until I saw Emily.

 

Who can dance when they walk

And sing when they speak?

Who can bless the ground with muddied feet?

Surely Soul can! That which must live in us all.

What else, then, can be the finale of my lessons

If Emily proved them wrong

When she announced to the world in her brazen way

That the body is Soul after all?

Author's Note

One of two Emily poems I wrote. This one was inspired by Walt Whitman's "I Sing the Body Electric".

Reviews

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Thanks for this entry to my competition.
Clive.