I was a narrow backed bird
My wings were thimbles
Dipped in vermillion
And male birds
With fat heads and thin legs
Betraying insubstantiality
Bowed and pecked, scratched in dirt
Of ardor and the absurd
Inflation being the territory of youth
Puff up, and let loose, shallow breath
I stood, cased in thought
Whorls of sea, hissing in my ears
Watching the pantomime of suitors
Without impression beyond wishing
To reveal innermost truth
To tell them, I am not the amaretto heart
My legs may part but the secret requires a key
The covet you have, is not for me
But a flickering illusion
Born on gold wheat and full fat milk
Where shyly school children sit hip to hip
Attempting to swallow the future, spoonful by spoonful
Wondering
Will I grow tall and willowy? Attract the grazing male?
Or stay suet and solid, in the finery of my own chainmail?
Not shifting with the glare
Nor melting beneath reporate
Feet grounded and solid
Like a much weathered tree will gain, higher purchase
Had I known then
The value of solidity
I’d have filled my belly
Stretching out like a catamaran
Ready to receive weight of water
Cupped once, twice, thrice
Until beneath us, all else sinks
A stone among stones, building
Fortress against cruel turn of attraction and other auctions
So easily sold for naught
I would have been a yellow woman
Christened by yoke
Feathered in shellac pose
Hardened in ocre sun
Yet able to rise like morning bread
To embrace the less savage road
Where love is not dependant upon
Rude strings of shiny beeds and fleeting sum
Nor the appraisal of one, unable to understand
The warm value of the feminine
And not that cast off coat, threadbare in her insulation
He will soon see right through his own
Penchant for the fantastical
She is weathered, moored in confidence, for her walk
He may never glance her way
Though when he says he saw
The sunset and it was beautiful
He may indeed, be describing
Her light
Beautiful, as always. 😊😊
Powerful!
Incredible lovely girl. Soft hugs
Still praying for you
Love you sister
A nice inventiveness with the wording here.
Amazing poetry!
You are incredibly talented. Are you published love?
She, self possessed – could he but see that light for what it is.
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Dippen delight,
miracle of lov
hidden within
the societies darken night
brought
to measure
by
humanity
an the magick of light…
Ye, have little faith….
Beautifully written!
What a great anthem to women and strength and courage and wisdom sometimes too late learned, but yet still attainable!
Loved your poem.
Dwight
Masterful and powerful and graceful. ❤
Candice, this is exceptional in all its grace and expressiveness, but especially here:
“The warm value of the feminine
And not that cast off coat, threadbare in her insulation
He will soon see right through his own
Penchant for the fantastical
She is weathered, moored in confidence, for her walk
He may never glance her way
Though when he says he saw
The sunset and it was beautiful
He may indeed, be describing
Her light”
The build-up to the ending and then the ending itself is just beautiful. I thought it was the most powerful part of the poem. Such a delightful read.
Thank you so very much 💓 I’m so glad you liked it 💓
You are most welcome, lady. I don’t think it cannot be liked. *nods*
Amazing once again, Candice. You are a word master! ❤️
Light with which we were born, light we hold forever in our heart of hearts, light we shine outwards daily, light we are and always shall be for no man nor entity can steal a sacred and inexhaustibe light such as we. 🙂 ❤ xoxoxoxoxo
Superb writing with a sound message
This poem describes perfectly the feelings all experience in those years where we struggle with the pain and often mind numbing decisions of the road of razors we call life.
Great work my friend.
Thank you so much! It is very hard to struggle with decisions – I like your use of ‘road of razors’ you should write that, it’s great!
Dearest Dwight, you got this one! I’m so glad that you liked it! Thank you so much!
Thank you so much!
Guilty as charged!
Dear Michele, thank you so much! I am. I have several books for sale via the usual places like B&N and Amazon. Thank you very much for your kind appreciated words
What? Just happened?
Yes, Well done!! Keep up the good work!
It has made appearances in my writings for almost 30 years for example:
Musicians and Minstrels
They sing, those angels,
bringing sunshine to the shadows
where the mind hides
when the road of razors
has become to hard to travel
and comfort is needed to
carry the fight to the coming dawn.
They sing and the joy comes,
ecstasy at the sound so beautiful
and true that it transports you
to that magical place where
no trouble touches, no sorrow roams
and only bliss is allowed in.
There are perhaps 10 others going back into the 80’s sometime.
And thank you my so lovely soul-ed friend.
🙂