My Head, by Kate Copeland

Doors (series The Head), by Diegumberrto/Diego Molina (Ecuador) 2021

My Head
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I may daydream for days, along a choice of three,
his rule of thumb, but as long as Shakespeare, 
Amos or Carley include a decent word, in me,
the inner voice calms down the arrows in my
head.

My mind is not always on my side, off to mill
while happy valleys, while misery up the stairs, 
and down my silver linings, I still cannot settle 
for gold, still cannot think out loud.

I may triumph all with merry memories, talk
on the phone or fill wishes with infatuation, 
with -in order of Summers, then Winters -
whale diving and King Arthur-land, yet brain 
just asks a lot of questions. 

Bethink, the wizard's daughter knew to stop his
head with one thump of her hands, and I wished 
for an eternal ice-cream shop, a window of wonder. 
Weren’t we all looking out, wondering when life
would start? 

And so, up and down, monochromally, my head
learns to wrap around decisions, around sorrow 
in the kitchen, and days of tiny leaves or tiled 
coldness. Anticipation fills a head, the choice is
mine.

Kate Copeland

Kate Copeland started absorbing books ever since a little lass. Her love for words led her to teaching & translating; her love for art & water to poetry…please find her pieces @The Ekphrastic Review, Poets’ Choice, First Lit.Review-East, Wildfire Words, The Metaworker, The Weekly/Five South, New Feathers, AltPoetryPrompts  a.o. Her recent Insta reads: www.instagram.com/kate.copeland.poems/  Over the years, she worked at literary festivals and Breathe-Read-Write-sessions, recent linguistic-poetry workshops were via the IWWG (more workshops in the making). Kate was born @ harbour city and adores housesitting @ the world.