Hey everybody, Happy Monday! (It’s so easy to say when you’re not working)
This is a list poem I wrote earlier this year using an anaphora. An anaphora refers to the repetition of a certain word or phrase at the beginning of successive lines of writing or speech; in this case, I’ve used a phrase (or variation on the phrase) throughout the poem at the start of each stanza.
Hope you like this one – let me know!
— A. xx
How She Fell
She fell in love with him by stages,
The way that poetry is written and music played
and the way the moon rises,
At once both inevitable and impatient
serenely sure and shudderingly uncertain.
She fell in love with him for
how he saw her beyond her skin
the face she showed the world,
for the way he let her cry
and the scent of water in the desert
She fell in love with him and
the way his fingertips touched her skin
So that he carelessly brushed her soul.
His hands louder than words
when there were none.
He fell in love with her for the way
her hair tumbled over her face,
the freckles on her nose in summer
the way she laughed and maybe too
how her voice played in the air, but
Really, they fell in love with one another for the way
their souls touched without meaning to
and yet found a home in one another.