Author | Isabella Morris

The unfinished simile,
missing words are like missing
chair legs.

The climax of
a swingset arc, realising
how much gravity you hold,
you fumbling Atlas,
you too-long-pause between
question and reply.

Atoms are made of
gaps in things;
movement is all
stumbling seconds of immobility
as pleas cross synapses.

You are the paradoxical arrow,
hanging in the abstract,
obliterating spaces,
mid-leap across the Grand Canyon
against a bruised and airless sky.

About the Author | Isabella Morris is studying for a BA in English Language and Literature at Oxford University and writes in her spare time. While she usually specializes in short form poetry, prose and drama (stage and screen), she is currently at work on her first novel.