Three Fibonacci Poems

The Fibonacci sequence is a  series of numbers beginning with 0 and 1 in which each successive number equals the sum of the previous two numbers, thus 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21 and so on.  The Fibonacci sequence is found throughout nature in everything from the growth of seeds, to the development of a snail shell, and even the human body, suggesting it reveals something mystical or divine. 

A Fibonacci poem uses the sequence as its meter, so that the first two lines have only one syllable, the third line has two, then three, then five, and so on.  I enjoy these little poems because they begin so slowly and deliberately, but pick up momentum as they go.

Moss
drips
heavy
from carved stone
cross of Celtic knots
rising up from graves to hemlocks

Spin
my
cocoon
with the silk
of your wheat-gold hair
the night you were crowned by the moon
asphalt etching hieroglyphics on my shoulder blades

 

Hey

You

Come here

Gypsy boy

Everyday magic

Broken corkscrews, undrunk madness

The shocks are shot so you just make it up as you go

If I wake up like a werewolf, bruised, satiated, ashes under my nails, I’ll know