Poetry by Philip Berry
The synaeshete
From the age of five she studied the exploded world. Its components were laid out on a table before her.
By ten she had learned the languages of symbol and assumption, to predict the effect of one upon another.
At seventeen, using only color, she absorbed incalculable distances and confirmed inevitable friendships.
With the flick of a brush, or the kiss of a shallow breath, she changed laws. For the first time, she understood.
From the age of five she studied the exploded world. Its components were laid out on a table before her.
By ten she had learned the languages of symbol and assumption, to predict the effect of one upon another.
At seventeen, using only color, she absorbed incalculable distances and confirmed inevitable friendships.
With the flick of a brush, or the kiss of a shallow breath, she changed laws. For the first time, she understood.
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Philip Berry lives and works in London, UK. His poems have appeared in The Healing Muse, Easy Street, Bunbury Magazine and Chrome Baby. He also writes flash fiction, short stories, creative non-fiction and stories for children. His work can be explored at www.philberrycreative.wordpress.com. Twitter: @philaberry
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