Transmorphing

Özge Lena

This Poem was commended for Winged Muse Poetry Competition of Winged Moon Literary Magazine

After Harpy by Valerie Hammond

In seven nights she will burst

into nothing. Now all alone in a cream

coloured void, a wound

like creature, a word hunger like no other.

Soon you will meet her

in the neon gloaming, after the ruby ache

of not writing for a long winter,

frost flowers in your heart. Her low wings

will be closed, sharp claws

pointing down and down, some frozen

sadness on her pale face.

Sunset’s vermilion beams will bleed

into your lungs as you hold

her by hair, unfurl the ribbon to tie it

around your neck, to see your freedom

knotted in its silk, and breathe

life into her mouth. You will watch her

unfold her wings wide, talons

will scratch the soft air when she cloaks

you tight until you morph into

a harpy to write a septet poem in red ink.

More from Özge Lena ↓

1. @lenaozge on Instagram
2. You can find her on Substack @lenaozge where she presents her new approach to poetry, Catapoetry. It is a poetic framework about the interwoven and inseparable catastrophes of our age.
3. You can listen to me read luminous girl lullaby by Özge Lena on Instagram @rembrandts.cure