In the Woods – a poem by Carolyn Oulton

In the Woods

I can hear without sound,
see shapes without looking.
That is what words do.
Like a match held under wax,
a colour tasted in the dark.

I can carry thoughts where
I feel them, just behind
my face. Scrabbling up
for air though, words get
gummy, stiff as bone.

That is why I’m mumbling.
How so many times now
have you brought me here?
Then suddenly we’re talking,
I’m bouncing on water.

Making bubbles, God
I love you and I love you, God.
I can’t stop laughing.
And I tell you, I have never
Laughed like this before.

 

Carolyn Oulton has been published in magazines including Acumen,Artemis, Envoi, The Frogmore Papers, from the edge, Ink Sweat & Tears,Nine Muses, Orbis, The Poetry Village,The Moth and Seventh Quarry.

Her most recent collection Accidental Fruit is published by Worple Press. Her website is at carolynoulton.co.uk

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