Emma Bell recommends Francesca Abbate’s poem, ‘Unusually
Warm March Day, Leading to Storm’:
I particularly like this poem for the sense of ‘unfinishedness’
about the world when strange events occur:
Everything is half here,
like the marble head
of the Roman emperor
and the lean torso
of his favourite.
The way the funnel cloud
which doesn’t seem
to touch ground does –
flips a few cars, a semi –
we learn to walk miles
above our bodies.
The pig farms dissolve,
then the small hills.
As in dreams fraught
with irrevocable gestures,
the ruined set seems larger,
a charred palace the gaze
tunnels through
and through
and through. How well
we remember the stage –
the actors gliding about
like petite sails, the balustrade
cooling our palms.
Not wings or singing,
But a darkness fast as blood.
It ended at our fingertips:
the fence gave way
to the forest.
The world began.
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