Published September 15th, 2024
by Ariadne Panayiotou-Ioannou
Mahogany circumference –
One you enjoyed measuring
As it prohibited the Roman numerals
Inked, etched in your skin
From oozing and dripping
Of blank melancholy.
No expert watchmaker's hands
Could ever retrieve the perfect tool
To screw, ply, or tweeze
Into you. For you.
Countdown to an eruption, you were.
Pariah of rhythmic whispers sounding an alarm –
You are.
Trying to keep up
Boggles the mind.
I stared straight into your face
While the minute-hand pointed
And laughed
In a haze of directions.
Your chimes spoke a language I knew well –
Un-sta-ble o'clock.
And yet, I couldn't translate the ticking.
About the Poet
Ariadne Panayiotou-Ioannou resides in Nicosia, Cyprus.
Read the poet's biography on Ariadne Panayiotou-Ioannou's Artist Page.
This poem is included in Comet #3, published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Axil Poetry and Art:
the ego of a bruised mind
by Yi Ting Huang (Maegan)
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