The Friday Poem: Metaphor is exhausting, by Eliana Gray
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A new poem from Ōtepoti-based poet Eliana Gray.
Metaphor is exhausting
I saw these lemons on the internet
Sparkling bright mould blooming
made from beads
How quaint, I thought
To take something disgusting
and make it beautiful
So beautiful, as to almost be real
Puckered rough skin inch thick
and another inch thicker, with the
green and white usually decayed but performing
the all important task- of transformation
How quaint, I thought
To pretend to be something you’re not
and end up being that self same thing
But with a different texture
and yet
so close as to be indistinguishable
These greens and whites
beading on the puckered skin
Creating rough but pretending
not performing, their task
Putting on a damn good show
of eating, consuming, being alive
How quaint, I thought
To have the luxury
of only pretending
to rot
The Friday Poem is edited by Chris Tse. Submissions are welcome and will be open until the end of April. Please send your poems to chris@christse.co.nz.
Eliana Gray
Eliana Gray is a writer living in Ōtepoti. You can find their work around the internet and printed in various places, such as, Art News Aotearoa, Poetry Yearbook Aotearoa, Landfall, and Overland. elianagraywriter@gmail.com to say hey.
