Two Poems
David Rushmer
WHEN NIGHT FELL
voice
haunted
former beauty
in these veins
When night fell
I remained
singing your name in the silence of it
rapture
of this disappearance
when she unfolded
living memory
collided
“what could your hands teach us if you had not
vanished?”
NIGHT FLOWERED (from Depth Charge)
night flowered
in the hand
itching. In the voice
and this caress
one speaks sheets
of the dream
from somewhere else
breath-wall
absorbs the cry
unfolding stars
flowing
skins
onward,
my dead birds
fluted
through
dreaming
blue eyes
folded.
David Rushmer has published artworks and poetry in many journals and websites including Archive of the Now, BlazeVOX, Human Repair Kit, Molly Bloom, Otoliths and Shearsman. His first full length collection of poetry, Remains to Be Seen, was published by Shearsman in 2018. He works at the English Faculty Library, University of Cambridge.
