The giant cicada makes a sound
my neighbor thought was a whistle
or a strange faceless bird
we imagined a long white beak
and thick black feathers
but it was the hidden molten cicada
and he is quite verbal
pursing a haunting music
as my cat refuses to eat his food again
unsure, is it his teeth? Or his desire
to slow down and curl up
once and for all?
I don’t guess their motivation
why the cicada sings
why I find the sound mournful
echoing my own inner feelings
as if I were writing out on clouds
exactly what was inside me
why the cat persists in refusing
my best efforts to keep him alive
whether it is right to let something you love
die even as
you think you can keep it
if the right time ever
exists to say goodbye
and why I don’t tend the greenhouse more often
as I put so much effort into
growing the little seedlings
do I prefer the solidity of well lived things
thinking back to my own empty glass
and sallow bedsheets and
the wan asp of being twenty
like heirogliphs on walls
staring for eternity
not ageing, nor real
a gilded age
passing to creped hands in sunlight
and furrows from thinking too much
whether this skirt is a little tight
these shoes too high
the longing to be running barefoot
through high grass again, mindless
of any consideration
nothing around my neck
but wilted perfumed summer flowers
not the strain of trying to make
a life out of dry earth
with tears of disappointment
when all around seem so
tucked into their gentle cycles
and you are rogue
wanting to be among the branches
with the murmured cicada
listen to the call
much like the imploring whistle of a train
as it would steam slowly into town
every night at midnight
you would reach for me
and nothing else would hurt
13 thoughts on “A gilded age”
So love this …
ps… sorry about your cat. Poor H… ღ
This made me think how magical nature can be. How it’s sights, sounds & aromas have the power to lull us deep onto thought, or pull us out of ourselves gaining new perspective. Plus cicada’s produce a sound that sounds like a cross between a buzz & hum that I always found seductive. Love this one too. ღ
Oh love this is absolutely gorgeous. 🎈😍
What a cascade!
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TheFeatheredSleep – An insect, a cat, age, and other things
💚💚💚 I have no words. Beautiful!
You really are back to full strength. If only at 20 we’d have known it was a gilded age 🙂
Great read! My thoughts: better to have lived well than to have lived long . . .
Very Beautiful. Wistful.
Lovely, sad, wistful meditation.
I hope your cat is OK. 😦
Haunting Music was by the male Cicada calling a mate over to join him. the Female flutters her wings to let him know she is interested…he comes closers each time he hears her flutter her wings at his song…in turn the Male cicada song gets and softer the closer and closer he gets to her…until finally they meet…. 🙂
My cat I had of 20yrs died this April…her name was Bailey, named after the Irish Liqueur, Bailey Irish Cream… as she was a Siamese and the soft Creamy color tone to her fur matched perfectly with that drink I liked 🙂 She was a beautiful half-blind cat and vocal when wanting attention… her last few months were hard on her with being incontinent at times and throwing up and losing weight… she slept more than usual…ate less.. but she still always liked attention…that comfort…. so give your comfort ( of course make sure to visit a Vet if you can or is need) but when the time is right you will know it….
Youth and the memories of it should NEVER be forgotten…. but more importantly don’t forget you in the Present….the mind is not a linear object…it jumps…it remembers things whether you want to to or not…
which is fine….but LIVE the now …don’t live in your youth… don’t live in regrets or tainted things…remember them …honor them…learn from them..take the best from them and dance in it…whether in your house to a radio playing or in a club…makes no difference ..whether or alone or with someone… dance to the youth in you….for its always there.. if you let it in.
Sometimes a calming self hug is the best reaching suture to the soul… I have been in that dark place so I know…
You are never alone sis….
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