Prose Poem
Almost sweet
A bright side of sadness
A discharge of blue is oozing out of my subconscious. I’m sipping the secretion, choking on the bitters, savouring the acids. Surprised by the hints of sweets in this unforeseen flux of melancholy, I swish them around my mind for further exploration.
There are no insights; no reasons can be unveiled in this shiver of sadness spreading through my core. There is no aggression of justified despair and no need to produce clear-cut reactions to any stimuli, real or imagined. A cloud of emotions, dense and opaque, tristful and enigmatic, envelops my inner space. I curl up and feel.
It’s indigo at dusk. The lingering tannins of red wine. It sounds like Bach’s Cello Suites and evokes the longing of Two English Poems by Borges. It’s the premature nostalgia of a journey coming to an end and the reticence of the last encounter.
Instead of tensing my body into a rigid frame for illusory protection, I give in to the thirst for all these concealed tinges, which shuffle my views of the blues. Intensely aware of being alive, I’m smiling.
© Masha Zubareva 2023
I express my gratitude to Scrittura team for this opportunity to share.
