Sorcery by Sandra Simonds

View this email on a browser Forward to a friend January 6, 2016   Sorcery   Sandra Simonds

I’m a witch who lost all her powers, then    in place of my powers, I got the coiled beauty of seashells and sleeping infants. The coiled beauty of eardrums, and the sound wave of bells. The bells! This is the country of clouds.        The molten body, the Floridian pinks,        and centuries of sand dollars examining the arcing waves. New territory of interiority and I’m in the middle of this.    White like a negative belt. I am an airless thing. When I get high, I get low.            But I’m real and airless and love you.            Copyright © 2016 Sandra Simonds. Used with permission of the author. About This Poem   “The poem is a short meditation on the mysterious, repetitive forms that emerge in nature—spirals of sound waves and shells—and their mysterious connection or disconnection to human powers (our emotional landscape, sense of self and intimacy).” —Sandra Simonds   Sandra Simonds is the author of Steal It Back (Saturnalia Books, 2016). She teaches at Thomas University and lives in Tallahassee, Florida. Poetry by Simonds   Steal It Back (Saturnalia Books, 2016) "Self-Portrait as Artemis" by Tarfia Faizullah "Each Moment a White Bull Steps Shining into the World" by Jane Hirshfield "Fable" by Nicole Callihan Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038