In January, I released my first chapbook, The State of Mercury. In my post about its release, I mentioned this chapbook has poems about the many moods and states we pass through as people. Today’s post features a poem from The State of Mercury. This poem will also be included in my third book, Shadow and Memory, which I’ll self-publish in the next few months.
When I start a poem, I don’t always know what direction it will take or how it will end. Sometimes, things come out of nowhere and surprise me. “Lazy” is a poem that surprised me. If anything about it surprises you or sparks thought, leave a comment. I’d love to hear how this poem interacted with you.
Lazy Swinging in the prone shadows, pendulum-slow, a plumb bob tracing careless ellipses in the air, a hanged man nearly still.
A Wandering Minstrel 