Debussy’s La Mer by Lana Bella

Birds and bitters laid starved—
you bent there a wraith-mystified,
exhaling adders of sea mist.
Contralto swept earthen floor
from the wreck of your treeless city,
strewn with offal supping on
camphor, red thunder in fists,
raveling loose the symmetry
of netted umlauts on phosphorous
rocks’ carmine scales. Running
at angle through winter vales,
you held harshly with the waters
breathed prose of granite and
splintered moon. The swift patterns
patterned you in kind, clustering
to carbuncle pressed by strands of
bladderwracks, carried you home
to the mountain of sand, traversed
the obsidian hushful, lending you
across isles on Debussy’s La Mer.

 


A four-time Pushcart Prize, five-time Best of the Net & Bettering American Poetry nominee, Lana Bella is an author of three chapbooks, Under My Dark (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016), Adagio (Finishing Line Press, 2016), and Dear Suki: Letters (Platypus 2412 Mini Chapbook Series, 2016), has had poetry and fiction featured with over 450 journals, Acentos Review, Comstock Review, EVENT, Ilanot Review, Notre Dame Review, Rock and Sling, The Stillwater Review, & Whiskey Island, among others, and work appeared in Aeolian Harp Anthology, Volume 3.