Here Is The Song I Bring
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Melissa is the accordionist with the Rosendale Improvement Association Brass Band and Social Club. She has had poetry published by Silver Birch Press. She is currently polishing her book of "ecopoems" about herbs and flowers. She studies etymology and builds sculptural-and-functional objects. She is also a multi-instrumentalist. She lives in New
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Here Is The Song I Bring - Melissa A. Wood
Before Word
Bacteriologist
She stains the cell wall her
favorite gram stain. She
calls me close, leaning in,
adjusting the scope. Her
fingertips lightly touch my
back, a gentle push. Focus
reveals structural
complexity that is fixating.
Envision microorganisms
swimming in crystal violet.
Gloves of latex, harbor my
hands from the minuscule
grenade, thoughts swing on
saffron vines. I swoop into
a membrane,
just as it
divides.
Club Viral
Here is the cell, magnificent host
of a party gone viral. He said
with blood, sweat, or tears I
could get in urging, gripping,
enthralling me. He could pilot
me, just follow my inclination,
my urge, that drive that hits
every elfin in the laboratory club.
Some in Berlin claim that the
excitement is airborne, found in
the breath of a pig dancing desire
with a monkey from South
Africa.
Mycology
Mycology immersing
gazing into views of
you adorned with dyes
hours lost amid the
stacks falling into
colored forms of fungi,
my beast, all
consuming, you eat the
living. The tales are all
told in your spore print,
that is the gripping
sure print, but it is in
the infinitesimal
microscopic
monument where your
acidophils and alkaliphiles line up at the
builder’s vision where engrossing
binary fission rules the monument.
Spring
Here Is a Song
Here is a song I bring your ear.
Listen, my beating drum.
Listen, my beating drum.
The sky overhead kissing
rolling pastures where heifers
graze on grass combed by
wind.
Count the rhythm of the setting sun—slow it
down, count it out now you tell us Tell us all,
how many counts are in the measure, how long is
the sustain for the buzzing of the bees—the
cricket, the frog, the cicada? Sing a harmonic
beat like the bass, tabla, and singing saw. This,
and my beating heart, a minor song for you to
hear.
Hyacinth
I am not sorry for the discus blow that cut you down, Hyacinth.
My reward being a chance to cut you down again each spring, for
Apollo has declared you, a bulb, that will forever bounce back.
Hyacinth, born in early spring, your powerful aroma dances
round my morning chores. Everything is changing rapidly, as
winter snows melt, and the river flows high. Boldly, bravely, you
rise soon. You stand, a harbinger, of all that is to come and fill
our hearts. Your burst through snowy soil, always a delightful
startle, alarm awake, from winter’s dream, for the poet and the
painter. Your colors dripping blue, violet, plum, and white
impress me. Young man, your vibrant desire to please, reminds
us all to arise from our starved, winter slumber and live.
Fizzy Cup
Searching for myself
in a fizzy mixing cup
of hopes, fears, and
love.
Spring Park
He pumped his swing
a little higher
so that he
could be
beside her.
Together they flew
and then withdrew.
The clamoring creak
of chains eeheewed.
The childish
giggling bubbled
into blue.
They never thought
once of the yellow
finch, who landed on a
limb; Nor of the elder
adoze on the bench,
who snored a little
hymn.
They merely longed to keep
rhythm together, little Marcus
and lovely Heather.
Crocus
Crocus
you are a
lavender
cricket.
You lay