Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.


Before you, there were women
with full breasts,
breasts with perk tips and beneath them:
hips wide as my hand spread,
but never love.

Athenas before you,
my eyes only followed the apples;
and then, suddenly:

A wild brook unleashed

and I never knew I was a basin
meant to be filled.

A women sewn

from the smile of Coyote,

from the same hands that bent time
and created life for a laugh-

Apples became

the sweetest fruit; be my reddist-

I will love you madder
than a hatter and brasher than a miner.

Wilder for a gypsy.

Rhiannon Thorne’s work has appeared/is forthcoming in Vox Poetica, Your Daily Poem, Third Wednesday, and The Foundling Review. She also co-edits the publication Cahoodaloodaling with poet-in-arms Kate Hammerich.

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