Poetry
Slither
It isn’t the scale
for it is always in balance
A tension that ebbs
and slows in the mire
It isn’t the rattle
Warning or distraction
that shakes the branches and
bestows subconscious flight
A primal mess of feathers
It isn’t the tooth
Sunk into flesh and rapt
discharged and aching for
another vessel, or
solitude
Whichever comes first.
It’s the cycle
The stasis and repetition,
an indomitable geometry that
holds us still
while it advances
A sprint in place that
proves us all
obsolete
Jack Hinks is a poet, musician and photographer. Known for his introspective style, cross-media experimentation and collaborative work with hundreds of poets in the Scottish spoken word scene, Jack is a seasoned performer and writer. His work can be found in The Selkie, I Am Loud Productions ’NaPoWriMo Scrapbook’, and at various live nights in Scotland. Jack is currently working on his first collection.