Love Poem: Leviathan
Kimberly Hall | Poetry, Spring 2024
— after Donika Kelly
In dreams, I walk alongside the moon.
The world all tidal pool, wind wave
and salt spray. Algae blooms
at our feet. Lichen and little palms
sway in the surf, and sea stars glitter in the dark
like lamplight, or asteroids falling around us.
We speak only the language of cephalopods,
the moon and I—the language of currents
and chromatic scales. Luminescence.
Limbs iridescent in ultramarine,
all twisting and pulsing, and when I wake—
when the pressure above water
chokes my lungs, the moon is gone,
her shimmering membrane fossilized
and wave-weathered,
a sharpened echo of itself.
What I mean to say is, love,
I do not mean to make myself
a lighthouse. Skin-touch
like some rocky shoreline, a needle
for fingertips and ships to thread.
I do not mean to make a foghorn bellow
from the benthic deep. A shell to an ear
better suited for birdsong—not this slouching,
lumbering language, this limb
Lopped off and still shuddering in the mouth.
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Why is this piece your Trace Fossil?
“Fossilization is a process of transformation. Diagenesis. And trace fossils are special—these impressions don’t just provide evidence of particular morphologies, they also provide evidence of particular behaviors, ranging from locomotion to nesting, communication to predation. The effects of living organisms both on the landscape and on each other. Life in the wake of life.
With this poem, I wanted to both capture that sense of transformation and provide my own evidence of a time in my life that has left its teeth in me. I wrote this piece after Donika Kelly, whose similarly-titled love poems transform the speaker and their relationships through the various guises of mythological creatures; my own creature is an impression of Ray Bradbury's lonely sea monster from "The Fog Horn," whose desperate struggles with communication and connection mirrored my own during this period so intensely.”
Kimberly Hall (she/her) is a queer and neurodivergent poet and author based in Southeast Texas. She holds a master's degree in behavioral science. Her work can be found or is upcoming in publications such as Sappho's Torque, Equinox, Wild Roof Journal, and The Ekphrastic Review. She is currently working on her first collection.
Love Poem: Leviathan
Kimberly Hall | Poetry, Spring 2024
— after Donika Kelly
In dreams, I walk alongside the moon.
The world all tidal pool, wind wave
and salt spray. Algae blooms
at our feet. Lichen and little palms
sway in the surf, and sea stars glitter in the dark
like lamplight, or asteroids falling around us.
We speak only the language of cephalopods,
the moon and I—the language of currents
and chromatic scales. Luminescence.
Limbs iridescent in ultramarine,
all twisting and pulsing, and when I wake—
when the pressure above water
chokes my lungs, the moon is gone,
her shimmering membrane fossilized
and wave-weathered,
a sharpened echo of itself.
What I mean to say is, love,
I do not mean to make myself
a lighthouse. Skin-touch
like some rocky shoreline, a needle
for fingertips and ships to thread.
I do not mean to make a foghorn bellow
from the benthic deep. A shell to an ear
better suited for birdsong—not this slouching,
lumbering language, this limb
Lopped off and still shuddering in the mouth.
________________________________________________________________________
Why is this piece your Trace Fossil?
“Fossilization is a process of transformation. Diagenesis. And trace fossils are special—these impressions don’t just provide evidence of particular morphologies, they also provide evidence of particular behaviors, ranging from locomotion to nesting, communication to predation. The effects of living organisms both on the landscape and on each other. Life in the wake of life.
With this poem, I wanted to both capture that sense of transformation and provide my own evidence of a time in my life that has left its teeth in me. I wrote this piece after Donika Kelly, whose similarly-titled love poems transform the speaker and their relationships through the various guises of mythological creatures; my own creature is an impression of Ray Bradbury's lonely sea monster from "The Fog Horn," whose desperate struggles with communication and connection mirrored my own during this period so intensely.”
Kimberly Hall (she/her) is a queer and neurodivergent poet and author based in Southeast Texas. She holds a master's degree in behavioral science. Her work can be found or is upcoming in publications such as Sappho's Torque, Equinox, Wild Roof Journal, and The Ekphrastic Review. She is currently working on her first collection.