"[A Continuous Note]" by Ray Corvi

A continuous note 

Played on a violin 

Suddenly stops

For a moment 

It even looked 

As if I wouldn’t bleed

Then the marionette climbs back up

The strings it dangles from

To find no one is there

On my palm,

A scar run through the Heart line

Trips and falls, discontinuous 

& I hear her voice

Tell me the moon

Is covered in windflowers–––

In other words,

The sky spread out its veins

Ancient into the night, 

Ancient into the moon:

These are the well-tamed

Savages–––

The wolves are in the other room.

Ray Corvi’s work was published or is forthcoming in Brushfire, Chaffin Journal, DASH Literary Journal, Evening Street Review, FictionWeek Literary Review, FRiGG Magazine, Grub Street, Neologism Poetry Journal, OPEN: Journal of Arts & Letters, The Penmen Review, Poetry Super Highway, The Round Magazine, Sage Cigarettes Magazine, The Seattle Star, Sublunary Review, A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Triggerfish Critical Review, Whimperbang, and Whistling Shade. I write using the pen name Ray Corvi.