Creative Writing Feature: Amelia Trask
From Professor McAleavey’s Intermediate Poetry 104 class comes this poem from sophomore Amelia Trask.
Milky Way
the night is strung
with storm clouds,
dark stained black in blots,
edges dissolving into the wet.
within four walls,
the closeness of
pen-tipped stipples,
contraction of muscle, the
flushing of Mars reddened,
braided skin,
your fingers kissed
with familiar swirls: the
Milky Way printed,
pressed against me.
outside
the universe is expanding, thunder
loafs beyond the muggy tree line,
the stars revolve
with stunted breaths, your body’s
tether tightens,
the galaxy twists,
an alien echo,
division light,
the waking…
