Rachael Hill
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Thursday 31 October 2024
Letter as a jellyfish to all my ex's, all of you
Friday 5 April 2024
Late Night Driving
Heavy quiet of the deep night
hangs around me, do not disturb;
I ease the wheels over the kerb,
gently push into the
streetlight’s
glow, and go; fast wheels, cold
hands tight
against the steering wheel, I
feel
like a stolen moment, unreal
like a blurred dream, and dark
scatters
making patterns with the
splatters
of my headlights; I grip the
wheel.
As published on Fiery Scribe Review
Sunday 3 December 2023
December Evenings
Blanket sky, white frost,
breath clouds hanging past chapped lips,
fir tree wrapped in light.
Tuesday 27 June 2023
Weimar mit Freundinnen
Bright day, liquid sunlight spilling from a tipped pot,
staining the ground light and dark marble. We sit outside
the Bauhaus school and watch a group of students raise
an unspooled film of plastic, how the breeze fills it,
how it billows and curls organic, sea creature in the air;
in the park we make a game of naming trees, birds, flowers,
then waft between the rippling walls of a cloth house:
learn it's an artist's response - feminist, environmentalist;
postcard streets drip with locals, tourists, we trickle through,
find water, find stamps, read aloud the googled answers
to our many questions, leave laughter in fallen leaves behind
us. Later, over a bowl of steaming spices, I free a fervid cry -
howl I carry in my chest, fear for a limp future--
But in the present here are friends haloed in evening sun
and boarding the return to Leipzig we're ebullient again,
trading chocolates, thoughts & anecdotes, opinions on living,
society, health - twittering children in a private sphere
while evening falls and Germany rushes past ever darker;
looking out the window in a breath of quiet I see again
that sheet of plastic film outside the Bauhaus school
how it reared and surged, how it breathed as it heaved,
organic.
Thursday 22 June 2023
Beethovenstraße 15 Bibliothek, Donnerstag nachmittag
When tapped, laptop keys sound like small glass beads clinking together;
when dropped on wooden desks pens and pencils sound largely the same
only the quality of wood on wood is denser, the plastic on wood more transparent;
when opened, bottles of fizzy liquid hiss, unimpressed at the impertinence;
when placed on wooden desks elbows can make either no noise, or a small
whuffing thump depending on the force used to put them there;
when opened in not-silence a chocolate bars' wrapper will shout unabashedly;
when swung outwards doors will emit a hallways' muffled chatter
like a small child desperate to lighten the mood;
when pushed backwards instead of lifted chairs will moan;
when drawn open or closed zips will whine or drone
depending on the speed with which they are pulled;
when dropped on the floor a book will give a hearty flap of complaint;
when floating in the cavern of a library, whispers in a foreign language
sound much like the unintelligible secrets of the universe;
when surrounded by studious young people there's a tendency
to wonder if you have ever taken anything seriously at all.
Monday 19 June 2023
On a Leipzig Tram in the afternoon
I thought I found a spider's web
glistening silk and diamond in a corner of an open window
but when I looked again it was gone