Science & Medicine

The skin I’m in, the marrow within

The Ivory Tower

My world stirs darkly within a tower of ivory

shielding its blood bone kitchen

where the recipe for life’s own flood

is compounded and slurried into

sinusoidal tunnels into

the raging stream of

our bright intentions

spilling into that

clangorous world

that begins

at the border

of the skin

I’m in.

– L. Rakowski

Take me back to the Contents

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Comments on: "The skin I’m in, the marrow within" (3)

  1. Very clever and well written poem.

  2. Wow….I like how the poem was structured. I have to get my dictionary out to understand some of the words meaning. Thanks for challenging me!

  3. Kathy Van Meter said:

    This poem really gives me a picture of bone marrow. Is that what you meant? Thank yo so much for sharing.

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