Evening Star

By onemorething

Sun, 09 Feb 2020
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You glitter the pearl of your full stop unclouded,

and my mechanical ribs rise and retract

their haste as my heart unreels its black lines

to you across the frigidity of our distance.

I string my words as beads of sky

for a necklace, I give this solemn throat-song 

to you, a bluebird's tune from the thorns

of a winter's desert scrub. 

And my love flickers its flight

that you might discover that this bloodless organ

is ligneous, that its cypress wood is unbeating,

that it knows little more than fear

which fleets its feeling in shockwaves

and that I look at you in the quiet 

and worry I will release a gloom

that overshadows you. 
 

Image from pixabay.

 

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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

There's a Shakespeare quality to this poem, especially in the lines:-

I string my words as beads of sky

for a neckless, I give this solemn throat-song

to you, a bluebird's tune from the thorn

of a Winter's desert scrub.

And my love flickers its flight

that you might discover that this bloodless organ,

ligneous, that its cypress wood is unbeating,

 

The whole poem is full of charisma that is like your own special language. 

Another stunning poem indeed.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks very much Jenny, that's a very kind comment. I'm happy that you liked it. I wish I did have my own special language, I could get away with saying all kinds of things and no one would be any the wiser. :)

 

Submitted by mickleinapickle on

Deep one. Fascinating read.

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thank you for reading it, it is a little deep! :)