snowglow, crave
by Luka Venter
her feet cleave the ice from itself
weight of each foot lowering itself
in its slow intractable curve against the surface
of the snow
As she
runs
crystalline fibres cling to her skin the membrane of the body
and the heat of that body for a second
causes a hot
slow
burn
a slow release a slow
melt of one thing
into another
running like electricity runs through hair
quickening and protracted and quickening through
what must be evening by now though lit white
in silence and into a quicksilver change
the sun pierces like a chemical nerve run through
with a silver needle I watch her run
I think I watch her
I imagine her movement
the long light
particles bending themselves
towards new light
her plasma against snow as
her particles bend themselves
towards movement
I watch her run and all I can do is
imagine her movement
will her movement towards new light
Luka Venter (they/them) is a poet and composer/conductor from Te Whanganui-ā-Tara. Their creative practice thrives the intersections between things (us and te taiao – the deep past and the Anthropocene). They studied at the IIML + hold an MA in Opera Making and Writing from the Guildhall School of Music and Drama, and their writing has been published in anthologies by Poetry Live and featured in the Verb Festival.