Issue Three, Poetry

Ascending Rearward

ascending rearward
By Callum David Pengelly

Although it was our first ascent
we chose the route of most resistance

Beneath brown cardboard doors
you spoke of flowing rearward

From far below the surface
these things reflected differently
and to you our altitude meant little

I think you felt
the marching feet of wasps
and the mounting weight of smaller stones
when I poured you out
beneath the spruce

About the Author

Callum David Pengelly is fascinated by the uncommon sources of wonder he encounters every day. His poetry and artwork are an attempt at interpreting the unique blend of magic and cynicism those wonders evoke.