Tonight's Poet Corner: Kissed By Gravity
Kissed By Gravity by Belinda Roddie I lay crumpled at the bottom of a staircase - fetal position activated, the curve of my body like a rosebud that refuses to blossom, not under the current circumstances. You found me, somehow, singing instead of crying. I guess shock can spring a soul into a musical interlude. And when you found that no bones were broken, you still wanted to splint my spirit, anyway, for it was fractured in at least seventeen places from the fall. Somehow, tea didn't heat me up, nor did damp towels cool the dance cooked up by the tempo of the tune I had thrummed like an overrevved engine. I had felt the laws of physics pull me into their multiarmed goddess embrace. And now there you were, trying to lift me up to a Heaven that I never had the strength to reach.
