Kissing phantoms

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I saved an eyelash of yours

grew it from seed in a

blue-bottle

at first the greenhouse huffed and curdled

not used to cultivating such delicate wings

till I put you beneath my mattress

soggy with tears morning dew

you see, I had become

a cocoon again

needing no more than

one drop of rain on my

sewn together eyelids

scalded from rubbing

you see, I had thrifted

the parts of me that had

touched you the most

so I did not have to be reminded

why my hands stayed trembling

on countertops or reached

at night into marjoram dark

why my lips were chaffed and sore

from kissing phantoms

better then, to return to wax

bury the hatchet

and ones history

in somnolent earth

smelling of tea bags and bird feathers

ear wigs and lady bird nail polish

your smile

caught winking through amber sun

your convex toes

wriggling at the end of bed sheets

like crocus pushing up

the paving stones of my new city

it will speak a different language

contain no source for tears

no receptacle for self-harm

the last newspaper says

she left to parts unknown

wide indigo wings catching

cusp of moon as

clouds colored by grief’s insistence

curdle against wan light

mist abounding like a girl

carrying her skirts through water

involuntary sound of loss despite

washing your hands repeatedly

smoothing down the shards of

wakefulness

something grows silently

in you and cannot

be reborn

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26 thoughts on “Kissing phantoms

  1. A superb poem, and your starting lines were exquisitely one of the best phrases I’ve read of yours.
    ” I saved an eyelash of yours
    grew it from seed in a
    blue-bottle
    at first the greenhouse huffed and curdled
    not used to cultivating such delicate wings”

  2. You truly have a way of building up intensity with your words:

    “your smile
    caught winking through amber sun
    your convex toes
    wriggling at the end of bed sheets
    like crocus pushing up
    the paving stones of my new city
    it will speak a different language
    contain no source for tears
    no receptacle for self-harm
    the last newspaper says
    she left to parts unknown
    wide indigo wings catching
    cusp of moon as
    clouds colored by grief’s insistence”

    This is superb, Candice.

  3. This is breathtaking, Shieldmaiden.

    I absolutely LOVE this imagery:

    she left to parts unknown
    wide indigo wings catching
    cusp of moon as
    clouds colored by grief’s insistence
    curdle against wan light

    brilliant! ❤

  4. I hopped over to the first I could click to keep up with you. The reason you stand out from many of the writers on here is because of not only the use of language to that radiance, but because every theme is interconnected and not what everyone else is speaking or lamenting about. We’re all lamenting I’ve over something, but sometimes people watch how others do it and take on their characteristics. You, on the other other hand, transcend that. You make true myths for the continuance of the collective unconscious 🖤🖤🖤

  5. Today is officially my first Lucero Comment so I’m jumping around like a mad thing – can you hear me? Thank you gypsy of the darkness and myth, you honor me more than words can convey.

  6. thank you dear one, I was thinking of you yesterday, I was behind on V and catching up I cannot BEAR it if Lagatha is going to die, I’m at the part where Rollo (AKA TRAITOR) is returning … I don’t like the direction what with he and the cripple brother really being evil I feel the plot it is turning very dark and I stupidly wish for Lagatha and Bjorn and even the Christian to prevail (he’s a bit good isn’t he?) but I suspect they may not. Meanwhile Floki is in Iceland and not very happy. Sigh. You know when something means too much to you when you cannot stand to watch it incase it ends badly!

  7. I can only say that I am waiting with baited breath for the next part of that season. Of course my worries and expectations match yours (of course). My biggest concern is for Floki. I love his character so much!

    I hope the weekend is treating you well.

    All my love, Dear Lady! ❤❤

  8. K – but remember we could just do the echo of your first poem and then my response to it – LMK when you have a chance no rush what you thought I emailed it you yesterday I think xo REST

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