Chesapeake Child

I think her mind functions in poems:
an intertwined jumble of similes and metaphors,
of analogies and nostalgia.
I imagine it somewhat resembles her hair —
wavy and untamed, yet soft and determined.

I think her mind functions in poems.
Her hand finds its home
settled on her hip while she stares out at the bay,
a cup of tea in her tender hands.

I think her mind functions in poems.
Her freckles dance
in speckled strings,
draped across her face in a loose reticulation,
reams of constellations in the night sky.

I think her mind functions in poems:
scrawling fast-paced lyrics in a notebook,
the sheets of which have scattered,
fallen in piles on her bedroom floor.
She says she’s pretentious enough
to leave names uncapitalized.

I think her mind functions in poems.
Beneath the choppy river, rounded pebbles lie in wait.
Amidst the chaos, treasures rest.
I imagine it somewhat resembles her eyes —
piercing and contrary, yet brash and bold.

Blake Noelle is a student, artist, and writer from Maryland. She writes pieces for the conservational Fungi Foundation, but also enjoys writing poetry and short stories. The power of imagery and nature hold a special place in her heart and she aims to explore the intersection of the two in her work. You can find more of her pieces on Instagram @blakenoelleart or @blake_noelle04.