Rolling Out From Moving Vehicles

I wonder what it would feel like to jump 
Out of this moving vehicle. To just keep rolling
As the train disappears, just the smell of it left behind
Like gin mixed with sulfuric acid. And I,
Still spinning furiously, a tumbling gymnast 
Balled up into the forest. 
Muddied limbs — batons 
Punching the earth on my descent — 
I would land somewhere ditch-like
Astray in a chasm,
Looking up through chinks in the trees.
Amber light would darken, and with it
I would go deeper within the earth. 


Charlotte Cosgrove is a poet and English Lecturer from Liverpool, England. Her work has been published in numerous journals and anthologies in print and online. She is the founding Editor of Rough Diamond Poetry Journal. Charlotte’s first poetry book “Silent Violence with Petals” will be published later in the year with Kelsay Books.