The devils darning needle
makes cranes of thought
slipping embers burning retorts
gathered like horny kindling
against regrets better half
oh how we smart
knowing twenty paces too late
our writhing gut did not mis-speak
she was the last woman of the lake
her chalked arms pulling our desist
down with the wormy witch into the abyss
there …
among weeds and lost gloves
find yourself trussed
you are the one supping on river mud
drawing the short straw with wings of flour
long is the pain
longer than searching in blind water
for rusted keys
open up
my sodden daughter
pull me out
we dry together over story time
yours has a twist
mine retains humor
laughing at the end of the world
orange the color of final plumage
somehow resurrection feels painless
scissors without the slice
lay out the fabric of your design
I’ll cut you a shape befitting our vintage
mine is copper without reflection
drink it down in one lament
through it all I never lost
the feeling of your iris fingers in my hand
now we are recasting our nets
the water is known, no depth can drown
pain shows us we survive the worst
stronger for our watery crown
what of the marked woman who lives beneath scorn?
she is with child
she is your wife
she lays the table
you pick up your knife
two from one
divides and multiplies
once she was running scared
now she flies
through needles fine blue eye
threading the world
Yay!
You always without fail, GET it. I love that.
Not always, darling friend of mine but I sure as hell try. ❤
Always. Lovely one♡
Alle-fucking-luia!
Oh have you heard the Jeff Buckley version of that song? Totally gorgeous!
Agreed!!
This is an incredible poem. My favorite imagery was,
“I’ll cut you a shape befitting our vintage
mine is copper without reflection”
Thank you so very much! You honor me.
Stunning….
Thank you very much♡
very powerful images
Simply beautiful
As always Sheldon
Dearest Sheldon thank you so dearly my friend for your reading of me
Beautiful, beautiful imagery. I was mesmerised and read it several times. I long to be able to write poetry like that.
Reblogged this on A Wife Apart and commented:
I was mesmerised by this poem. I thought the imagery in it was beautiful. It also resonated with me in terms of thinking about being afraid of getting hurt again:
“the water is known, no depth can drown
pain shows us we survive the worst
stronger for our watery crown
Honestly, I think I’ve lived through almost all of the most painful experiences of life already – the water is known – the pain I felt and feel shows me I have already survived much of the worst and am stronger for it. There really isn’t anything to fear. I am already a survivor.
Thank you SO MUCH for your re-blog it is so appreciated and kind and I really appreciate you reading me and re-blogging this poem. I’m glad it touched you though I would wish never to experience that kind of pain I only wish you healing and happiness going forward and you ARE a survivor already that is so true.
And you can/will. Thank you so much for your lovely words they ARE appreciated.
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I was mesmerised by this poem. !
Thank you very much for this! I am very grateful to you! And appreciative that you wrote me and let me know you liked this. Thank you!
Just checking on you and hoping you are doing well my talented friend. Happy weekend!