Poetry
Melancholy - Mature Audience
1 min
On a Sunday Afternoon
Elinor Clark
I muse my bed
deep think to the ceiling
I hungry the biscuit tin
lazy the sofa
watch an old war film—in each shot a horse dies
I worry a text
riot emojis
laugh and cry and laugh and cry
until I'm all wrung out
sometimes I feel a compulsion to fall in love
ponder the beauty of jointly planning a life
sometimes I feel a burning need to tear open
the car door at high speed
just to see what happens
deep think to the ceiling
I hungry the biscuit tin
lazy the sofa
watch an old war film—in each shot a horse dies
I worry a text
riot emojis
laugh and cry and laugh and cry
until I'm all wrung out
sometimes I feel a compulsion to fall in love
ponder the beauty of jointly planning a life
sometimes I feel a burning need to tear open
the car door at high speed
just to see what happens
Elinor Clark is currently studying a philosophy of science master’s in Germany. She wants to know how groups know things. She enjoys open mic nights, coding cool things and getting on a train with no destination in mind and seeing where she ends up.
"On a Sunday Afternoon" is in Short Circuit #09, Short Édition's quarterly review.
"On a Sunday Afternoon" is in Short Circuit #09, Short Édition's quarterly review.
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