Postcard from the Knife-Thrower’s Wife by Alex Stolis

Postcard from the Knife-Thrower’s Wife

August 10 – Hamilton, Ontario

Today I felt the rain before it came. It was
a premonition. A quickening. A flash of light
from nowhere. Once, when I was not more
than ten, I almost drowned. Could feel my
body sinking. I closed my eyes tight as if
that very act would cause me to float back
to the surface. I spread my arms winglike
hoping to become an angel. When I finally
came up for air what felt like minutes had
been mere seconds. I laughed, half choked
on a mouthful of water and within moments
splashed ashore. Now, I feel the drops fall
one by one by one. I know without looking
there is a bird in flight. Can feel the beat of
it’s heart. Can feel it bank towards the edge
of the sky. Now, the drops fall two by three
by four by five. You hum softly to yourself,
peel an orange, suck the pith from under
your nail; that sky a perfect shade of blue.

by Alex Stolis

Editor’s Note: This poem’s short lines and dramatic, surreal imagery conveys the emotional fracturing of the speaker with aplomb. This poem is even more interesting when read with its companion piece, Postcard from the Knife Thrower.


3 responses to “Postcard from the Knife-Thrower’s Wife by Alex Stolis”

  1. Joyce Avatar

    Whew, yes, strong images. Thanks for including the reference link to the earlier companion poem. Congratulations, Alex!

  2. […] glad to see that ekphrastic postcard poems are taking off with other poets (see also “Postcard from the Knife-thrower’s Wife“). Another favorite in this section is “Winter Day on the Whirlpool Trails,” with its […]

  3. Bebe Cook Avatar
    Bebe Cook

    It is good to be reading you again Alex.

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