I’m an Aries. Ram-ram-ram, bam-bam-bam. That’s just the sound of my head on the door while I’m trying to learn not to ram-bam my head on the door. * The horns don’t help. It’s all my brain’s fault. Or my body’s. Fire-blood makes me thick in love, quick in lust. * I want, and I want it now. Two seconds from now is too late. New beginnings, diamonds and kidneys, bitter truths, war and pestilence — these are mine to lose like baubles. * Me first. I am golden-haired, winged, immortal coverlet hung from the apple tree. Bring on the knife, the sacrifice.
About This Poem: I thought this poem was going to be about how I was a “water girl.” The original title was just that, actually. And then I started writing and what came out was nothing about water, but about being an aries. So, surprise! Heh. Here’s more about Aries people, if you’re interested.
About Poem-A-Day: For the month of April (National Poetry Month), I’ve signed on to write a poem-a-day (eeks!). To make it slightly easier on myself, my rules are that I have to write each poem in fifteen minutes or less, and that I have to post it here on the blog as soon as I’m done. No edits. Just rough. Raw. Right out of the gate. (Of course, if you’re playing along, I hope you’ll post a link to your poem in the comments here — mainly because I’m selfish and I want to read them!)