ràithean by Eartha Davis
Look: seasons
are softening
under
our
hands / tufting
like
ornamental
birds / seasons
are parading
as
lovers / fleshed
heartshapes
ablaze
with
hope / seasons,
yes, are
our
metronome / a trickle
of song
chasing
beak / a trickle
of life
lacing
breath / when
held, seasons
retrain
their
winter / chase
the question
that swells
under our
chests / let us
hold / let us
hold & fall
asleep
clinging / (let us
love
with the rhythm
of an eyelid
closing—)
Hear Eartha Davis recite the poem on the Viewless Wings Poetry Podcast:
Eartha Davis is a 19-year-old Ngāpuhi-Albannach woman living on Wiradjuri land. She placed second in the 2022 Global Woorilla Poetry Prize Youth Section and has been nominated for Best of the Net, with work published or forthcoming in Wildness, Rabbit, Frozen Sea, Minarets, South Florida Poetry Journal, JMWW, LEON Literary Review, Arboreal Magazine, ELJ Editions, Boats Against the Current, the Basilisk Tree, the Stirling Review, Where the Meadows Reside, Eucalyptus Lit, Uppagus, Blue Marble, Discretionary Love, Sour Cherry Magazine, Revolute, & Eunoia Review, among others. She is a poetry editor at 3 journals and dreams of birds.
