Then the flowers opened their palms towards the nesting birds,
browning, warm, stuck with mud and pigeon down; he, the last,
remains wrapped in his Magdalene carousel. Twin forks of the swallow tail.
Motionless, same as the soft steps of the tawny fox – pacing upon typing
tippy-toes; ones we wish gone and away with the death of winter, but snub
our green-lit patches with tenfold cubs –
the blur of ice and the pond,
the bending of knees to meet the Buddleja, nature’s surreptitious bed-linen.
All around us now. Same as parched tongues and the wagging tails of bumble
bees, rotation, rotation –
and O how the truth of cold’s meaning sews it’s way through, when
fingers meet with the secret stowed beneath the soil: a black toothed comb
with the moon in it’s hollow; lost when the sky peached over and she threw her arms
towards the clouds, the ripe lamp of death lit under her feet, never again
to ask you of the bend of Orion,
nor a sip from your cup.
© Eve Redwater 2012
(It’s been a while, I hope you’ve all been well. University has kept me busy this week, so it’s nice to be back!)
absolutely beautiful….and beautiful in the mouth reading it.
Lady Nyo
Thank you Lady Nyo! I appreciate you reading it. 🙂
Oh my! Catch my breath! And yes, you were missed! Debra
Thank you for reading Debra! It’s nice to be back. 🙂
This is beautiful. The thing that strikes me the most about your writing is the diction. When you use things like tippy-toes… makes me think of my mother.
Thank you very much for reading and visiting. 🙂
Any day, err’day. Your writing is beautiful.
This is amazing, Eve, and it’s good to have you back!
Thank you Lauren! Nice to be back!
Beautiful lass, simply beautiful.
Many thanks!
I read this out loud with the best british accent I could do, because I just felt that poetry like this should be read with a british accent, because it’s so beautiful. Both, the accent, as well as your writings. Fantastic job, Eve.
Hehe, thank you Jan! I think that’s great that you read it like that! Perhaps I should do some recordings of my poems in the future? 😀
Beautiful stuff!
Thank you David!
Great job!
Cheers!
A fabulous and moving poem – thank you.
Thank you for reading this Kirsten – you’re always welcome here!
Well done…both words and the image!
Thank you very much. 🙂
Wonderful way with words!
Thank you for your comment and visit! I’m glad you like it. 🙂
How clever this is. I love all the unexpected pairings, transforming common images into something new and unexpected. I read all the way through, loving it and wondering all the way. Now I’ve read it again and still find it spell-like.
Thank you Hime! That means a lot to me!
This is beautiful and clever, like Yousei Hime, who is also a great poet, says. Poem after poem after poem you conjure the earth into your lines in creative lines that sing with power. This is so, so good.
Thank you very much Thomas! I’m really glad you’ve taken the time to visit some of my newer poems recently!
Well now, That’s Just Amazing
Right back at you http://darkjade68.wordpress.com/2011/09/10/i-walk-through-thee/
DarkJade-
Thank you DarkJade!
amazing piece Eve I truly love it…
Thank you very much!
I’ve missed you too, but then *I’ve* been gone from here as long as you have and more. Time slips away from us all. As you tell it so poignantly in this poem, in fact.
Thanks Kathryn. 🙂 It’s nice to be back and writing, I really did start to miss it (and everyone)!
Very different voice and refreshing….thank you Eve….the last line is a poem in itself….
Thank you very much! Please stop by again. 🙂
That last line felt as if fingers dipped into my heart and ripped it open, as the hands dug for the comb and raised to the sky remembered and grieved. Such poignancy so gracefully shown, the comparison of ice to bed linens suggested so much – the comfort of bed, yet the ice that remains hen that comfort is gone. Oh, I could read this for hours and see it differently each time.
“A great piece of art! Simply beautiful!