THE WINGED MOON
E.M. DAVIS
Coriolis Effect
And in that second I was animal, though
to see the oncoming train in its blurred approach
was a motion too quick for the eye. Nausea crept
like kelp sprawling, waving – a sudden flush of gold –
blemishes on the breath. And soft jumps
on the heart which begs to be the still, sketched tree
on a windless day.
Speed stretches wind, tree, whole forests of worry.
I was gone in all that light, an inlet slinking to mist,
slipping sea-pulse dreaming.
Better to be causeway, access set by schedule.
Clear track and brine licking shore, dark smother
kept at bay –
she said, lost in the those final, lapping seconds.
E.M. Davis (she/her) is a poet and musician from the North East coast of England. She is published widely, including poems in Propel, the York Literary Review, Kaleidoscopic Minds Anthology Volume I and Written Off Publishing's Ey Up Volume 3. Upcoming work is due to be published in Black Cat Poetry Press' Nature Anthology.