Victoria Davis

Rookie (December 2,1963 / Seattle Washington)

Giving Blood - Poem by Victoria Davis

Closed tight as my umbrella,
I move through the crowded train station
and out onto the busy campus
under cloud-darkened skies.
A girl descends the escalator as I rise,
refusing to touch the rail, her hand hovering
two inches above the black rubber;
fearing the invisible.

I wait my turn in the lab;
watch bright hot liquid leave my arm
carrying my heart's most intimate stories
into the waiting world without shame.
Crimson Merlot, red as love,
the droplets cry out, 'Grab the rail!
Commit to the ride! '
'Abandon your fear and listen to us,
for there are only so many beats
left in the score.'

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Giving Blood by Victoria Davis

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Monday, May 2, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 4, 2011

[Report Error]