Deadpool Days

I think reading Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar has had a big effect on the voice in this piece. Especially the part about the days being seamless.


I in this black tide cannot wade,

Cannot count the days

Stretching and blind;

Time, that wily creature,

Has made waves,

And now thawed

Rushes awry

The deluge, the deadpool

Deep and sly,

Reflects the moon,

Bright eyed watch

Woken at night

Half blind, struck dumb

Celestial guarded sky,

Speak to me, move me,

Show me pure light

So I can find

Broken ground for these feet

The dancing now ceased;

When starsong plays

Give me the notes

With an A and a B and B

Throttled low

On rebound repeat



Amber R Walker, Hull, Creative Writer, Bookmaker, Lover of art

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