Poetry by Devon Webb

Photo by Joakim Honkasalo on Unsplash

Electric Blue

The muse is visiting again 
she’s sleeping in my bed 
in my head running my hand down your chest 
through those hairs I saw 
poking from your blouse that one Wednesday

Is the longevity of my vision a gift 
is it my process to remember you 
are you inextricable 
from the pattern 
of my pen

It’s a big wide world 
but whatever there is to be found between us 
feels like electricity in the blue 
like neon, like brightness, 
like heat 

I will hold my tongue until I have offered it to you 
but there are words in the silence & they 
have a sound of their own 
I will not try to pretend 
that I do not know this song. 

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Devon Webb (she/her) is a writer & editor based in Aotearoa New Zealand. Her award-winning work has been published extensively worldwide & revolves around themes of femininity, vulnerability, anti-capitalism & neurodivergence. She is an editor for Erato Magazine, Pulp Lit Mag & Prismatica Press, & a founding member of The Circus (@circuslit), a collective prioritising radical inclusivity within the indie lit scene. She can be found on social media at @devonwebbnz.