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The rays of the sun an airtight sound
Written by Adjoa Wiredu
Illustrated by Tala Salman
Est. Reading Time: 1 min
After Tracy K Smith
a slight breeze as I gaze above
head thrown back
chin in the air
a thousand twinkles
out of reach
wine, I drink wine
the gulp has something fuzzy
rolling in my gob, I spit
a wasp stings
the roof
a throbbing palate
my insides ache
gaze blurs
the burn vibrates
pain explodes through my ears
rays like an airless tight room, I see
feel sound shiny above
my hand out of reach
my head thrown
meets compressed air
on the ground
music pops glints flicks
of amber
an open fire
a bushy hill
sat in the clear
lit sky
the hurt floats
pulsating, glowing
the torture solar
stinging
a ringing all over
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references
Sun Ra: Sun Song
Sun Ra: Cosmic Chaos
"describe the sound of the sun, or another planet, or the stars"
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Published October 17, 2020
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Author’s Bio
Adjoa Wiredu is a writer and artist from London. She writes poetry, personal essays and creative non-fiction about identity. Her work is an attempt to discuss what it means to be a second-generation, black British-Ghanaian woman in Europe today. Her forthcoming debut poetry collection On Reflection: Moments, Flight, and Nothing New is out in October 2020, Jacaranda.
︎ @onreflectionpoetry
Adjoa Wiredu is a writer and artist from London. She writes poetry, personal essays and creative non-fiction about identity. Her work is an attempt to discuss what it means to be a second-generation, black British-Ghanaian woman in Europe today. Her forthcoming debut poetry collection On Reflection: Moments, Flight, and Nothing New is out in October 2020, Jacaranda.
︎ @onreflectionpoetry
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