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
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”
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.
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Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
Gorgeous!
Dear Rob, not this one, yesterday’s, that’s the one I wanted you to see xx
Ok…I’m on my way back! 🙂
Very nice!
A love lost, amputated
Becomes Phantom limb.
Always reaching to grasp
With the hand not there.
So he tantilizes with snippets. Dare you to write a whole poem and publish it, you can!
LOL We shall see.
And, as for the snippets, they just seem to come in response. Maybe I should make them longer. Hmmmm
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Beautiful poetry. Breathtaking.
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TheFeatheredSleep – Still kissing one gone
Amazing poetry my friend.
Beautiful ❤
Gosh I love your writing😊
Your emotions splashed across the page always draw me in..
Beautifully written
More cascading imagery
a beautifully moving poem!
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! ❤
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!
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! ❤❤
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 🖤🖤🖤
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.
There’s a few people I gotta keep an eye on, and you’re one of them! 🖤
This is lovely. I think it’s the one I’d like to use, but I need some sleep first ;).
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