David Rushmer
DARKENING
.
hanging
toward us
the day
bleeding
light
the sky
written upon
stone
.
you too were
memory
a breath
in your language
LIGHTFORCE
.
day&night
birthmarked
drove
the rivers
melting
whose necklaces
disconnected
asunder
.
blown
into
deep orbit
the birth moment
stone from the
sound
.
heaven
the death
I
carry
a finger’s tip
in lost matter
II
.
death was
a conversation
behind the curtain
pearl
among these stones
white wound
where
I forget myself
.
something
rushes through
the wings
spreads
the draft
in the heart
sings
the burn
fireblooms
threadbare angel
by lightning
formed.
III
.
out of yourself
light
swimming
drifting
soundless
stars
pour
an echo
of your face
where I threw myself toward
what I become
by the world
blood promised
IV
.
the eternities
and beyond
blaze
buried
spectral
light
of
margins
a voice
driving
into your hand
.
blue eye
distance
where you open up
in blood
the blast
of
respiration
in the chambers
throws
the swarm
together
sound shadows
webbing between
light
V
.
each breath
of the chamber,
the heart
the frost
flowers the script
.
angel in orbit
two
planet
eyes
blind
stone pierced blood
harvests
stillness
in the fire sung
.
voiced
from the deep
single truth
of a
shell
night
bellows
loss
unveiled
in its breath
.
earth’s
lung
on the
wing
snow
from its own eye
to light
the tear
.
thunder
spoken
before mirrors
frozen blue
in the mouth
pollen in the skull
language
into
dust
blown
into the flowering
VI
.
eyes
rest the gaze
silence
snowed
dream
the
bones
clawing
the sky
.
hanging
toward us
the day
bleeding
light
the sky
written upon
stone
.
you too were
memory
a breath
in your language
LIGHTFORCE
.
day&night
birthmarked
drove
the rivers
melting
whose necklaces
disconnected
asunder
.
blown
into
deep orbit
the birth moment
stone from the
sound
.
heaven
the death
I
carry
a finger’s tip
in lost matter
II
.
death was
a conversation
behind the curtain
pearl
among these stones
white wound
where
I forget myself
.
something
rushes through
the wings
spreads
the draft
in the heart
sings
the burn
fireblooms
threadbare angel
by lightning
formed.
III
.
out of yourself
light
swimming
drifting
soundless
stars
pour
an echo
of your face
where I threw myself toward
what I become
by the world
blood promised
IV
.
the eternities
and beyond
blaze
buried
spectral
light
of
margins
a voice
driving
into your hand
.
blue eye
distance
where you open up
in blood
the blast
of
respiration
in the chambers
throws
the swarm
together
sound shadows
webbing between
light
V
.
each breath
of the chamber,
the heart
the frost
flowers the script
.
angel in orbit
two
planet
eyes
blind
stone pierced blood
harvests
stillness
in the fire sung
.
voiced
from the deep
single truth
of a
shell
night
bellows
loss
unveiled
in its breath
.
earth’s
lung
on the
wing
snow
from its own eye
to light
the tear
.
thunder
spoken
before mirrors
frozen blue
in the mouth
pollen in the skull
language
into
dust
blown
into the flowering
VI
.
eyes
rest the gaze
silence
snowed
dream
the
bones
clawing
the sky
Copyright © David Rushmer 2019
David Rushmer lives and works in Cambridge, UK, and has published artworks and poetry in Angel Exhaust, Archive of the Now, Epizootics, E.ratio, Great Works, Molly Bloom, and, Shearsman. His most recent published pamphlets are The Family of Ghosts (Arehouse, Cambridge, 2005) and Blanchot’s Ghost (Oystercatcher Press, 2008). His first full length collection of poetry entitled, Remains to be Seen, was published by Shearsman in 2018. He appeared in Molly Bloom 5, 8 and 15.
