Echoes of pierced hearts
Taunting evil deeds
Motherless child from a
Damaged womb
Breathless before God
And his followers
Atonement expires
Heat drenches a soaked soul
A sparrow breaks his wing
Black ash falls from the sky
Voodooed and seanced
A blur, a speck no one sees
Or knows
If you moved from colored bruise beneath silken pour of sleeplessness
Supple backed, dewy salt, two thrust on tiptoe, catching breath
Shards blending, fizzured pulse, ever and ever, tongued capture
Flush against humid glass, hold–pressing fierce crimson, disturbing numinous hour of sewing
Children with boiled seaside sweets, deep in their catkin singing mouths, dream of a dark cast–shrouding
Yet as I quit–the hingeless drug
Your smudged anger envelops, the stray chill of my shoulder
As a bandage will hold us, burned into place.
Until moths pick their way from water-painted cocoon
Feeling their way in inked shiver, milked squid, gesturing tresses
Your long goose neck–bent to catch, last wetting of ground
For rain begins her throbbed drumming, swelling in granite intensity
Tasting cyanide and fruit
In the orange peel of day
Chasing last whisper
Of her quiet running horror.
Collaborative poem by Tre Loadholt & Candice Daquin
Inspiration: Sylvia Plath’s “Ariel” https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49001/ariel
Artwork: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/328410997808168523/
Tre Loadholt: https://acorneredgurl.com and https://medium.com/a-cornered-gurl
Candice Daquin: https://thefeatheredsleepcom.wordpress.com/
