What the Horoscope Says
by Rodney Wood
it says carrier bags make me nervous
it says I dream of birdseed hanging
above gnomes and a lake of roses
it says the breakdown won’t help
it says I’m waiting for something
better to come along, like another day
it says love is a valley of dead things
it says I can withstand high winds
and am not afraid of grotesque stones
it says I strain myself in a bad way
it says soles are worn and slip easily
but my feet want to dance out the door
it says I will be involved in replacement
it says the new moon makes me flexible
and it says someone will weep for me
Rodney Wood lives in northeast Hampshire and has recently been spending his time writing poems about gigs — everything from thrash metal to Tibetan monks — that he’s seen at the local arts centre. His work has appeared in many magazines, including, this past year, nthposition, Stride and Sunk Island Review.
This is great, Rod. Lovely, precise language and I love the images. Stunning last line too!