Woolly Mammoth Heart

Cherry

By amlee

Fri, 20 Sep 2013
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6 comments
 

 

My heart is like a red ball of wool
and you in feline frenzy have worried it
unravelled me, so my blood guts
spilled, hot and heaving
upon the magical weave
of your Persian carpet
twisty tide of crimson
undone dead wool weight
so it cannot fly...
 
I sprawl, unknotted, ungainly 
mess of irresolution upon
the wounding warp and weft
of your Kilim country
alien stranded in an inscrutable land
where I have no right of abode
teased till my hairs stand on end
bothered bewildered chaos 
unfurling feeble as shapeless
unfit-for-purpose ungarment...
 
Won't you gather me round
so I'm wound back upon 
your open hearted palms? 
Do not drop, but stitch me sane 
again, purl me pretty till
I nest, rest once more
upon your broad back, against 
the hearth of your heart
so I may caress, warm you 
once winter's spite 
and the coal of night sets in...
 
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Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

fantastic use of language - I really enjoyed this amlee - ditto your reading the other night. Please do it again at the next one!

 

Submitted by amlee on

Aww thank you Poncey for your kind support!  I was awestruck by the other readers...

Thank you editors for lovely cherries!
: ))

Andrée 

Submitted by VeraClark on

This is stunning amlee. In fact, you command language and shape it to your own will.

 

Submitted by amlee on

Gee thanks Vera.  Kind of you to read this. 
And so lovely to have met you face to face!

: )

Andrée 

Submitted by Bee on

Brilliant! So rich in colour and texture, I loved it.

Bee

Submitted by amlee on

Thank you Bee!  So lovely to have met you finally.
Grateful for your encouragement.

: )

Andrée