Poetry Month - Work of the Day - April 5, 2007 - The Bullet by Eiseart Dunne

A poem in the debut issue of Cantaraville, The Bullet is one of three of Dunne's poems included in this issue.  Turns out that these are also the first three poems Dunne has ever had published. 

"The Bullet

It’s driven by gravity and the weight of air,

The smooth, hydraulic, romantic notion

Through cloud and fire, flesh and bone

Making time stand still for the world.

It dances erotically on the skin

For a moment that seems to last an age

Like a tiny black angel on invisible wings –

Angel of Death coming for me.

Deep and dark and dark and deep –

The wound that runs without an end.

All in a second, the bullet’s gone

But the scent of blood remains forever.

© Eiseart Dunne

I think the whole poem is good but really like the first stanze - I think Dunne sets up the whole poem nicely with that one.  I had never thought of the bullet in a romantic fashion at all, but the description makes sense.

Comments

[Brian Hadd]

Inserting ME changed that a lot. Romantic is the adjective of note for line 2 also I agree.