What do you want readers of this poem to take from this poem? As morose as it may sound, I enjoy poems that are written with a melancholic beauty: sad poems written with language and images that are anything but. That’s the feeling I was trying to evoke in this poem. A somber, wistful elegance…with a little hypnagogic surrealism thrown in for good measure.
Has this poem been published before? And if so where? “Gran Finale” was published by the incomparable, Nixes Mate Review, Issue 7, Spring 2018.
Anything you would like to add? Dissecting the craft behind the poem was fun. Thanks for this opportunity, Christal. And thanks for everything you do to support writers!
We were standing on a giant satellite,
the size of a yellow school bus.
It was always the plan, I answered.
We’ve been preparing ourselves
for the past ten years.
our bodies locked. We were
buoyant and feather light, tethered
only to each other and the
was the canvas we painted in radiant golds and silvers,
en route to our destination.
hand in hand,
watching particles and rings fly by
as we barreled into Saturn’s glowing heart.
we can be as we want, my love,
knowing full well we will
never again touch the ground.