Why I follow the groove, by Britta Benson

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Here’s my response to the W3 Poetry Challenge. This week’s challenge: write a poem in response to Kunjal’s ‘Rain’, no longer than 16 lines and must include the word ‘groovy’. You can read the full blog post here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/06/22/w3-prompt-8-weave-written-weekly/

I wanted to write about ‘groove’, than started with ‘groove-y’, ‘groove – Y/why?’ and it turned a little dark after that. I like a good little bit of dark. Here goes.

Why I follow the groove…

I scramble, soul-crawl, head-stumble

along the crevice, thin line, tiny gap.

Furrowed brow, clenched teeth breaking,

heart ajar, I follow the pitted groove,

this longest, dryest, deepening, darkening.

Space of dreams, too tight for shadows.

You made that line, left it, just like that,

a mark of your approval, love, scar-night.

And I remember, pain treads featherlight,

forever, approaches with a white hot smile

as your knife cuts what is already carved.

You knew. Back then. You knew me well.