The Nestling
Taking my bucket
up from the well
I slipped on the
stone of your song.
Dark water splashed
cold on the ground,
the black seed split
at my feet.
Its leaves were razors,
its stem was a spear
that held on its tip
my earthworm heart.
You ate the grey muscle.
Your wings grew strong.
~May 2013
55 squirmy things for the g-man
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dang...vicious write....slipped on the stone of your song is a great line joy...then the seed becoming a spear, piercing your hear that they might eat it and become strong...dang...
ReplyDeleteI'm going to email you my comment for this one, my friend.
ReplyDeleteMoonbat...?
ReplyDeleteOk, so this is about brain eating Zombie Hummingbirds?
What a Novel Idea!
Your creativity knows NO bounds
Loved your Hedgeillogical 55
You Rock The Prairie Baby!
Thanks for the beautiful confusion, and have a Kick Ass Week--End
You rock the Undead Kasbah, G. Same to you.
DeleteDangerous stuff. Makes me want to be very cautious around you. :)
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The cycles of life...and death...rebirth...and how we are all have the scavenger in us. Loved it, hedgewitch!
ReplyDeleteJoy Ann, here I thought you were going to go all tame on me. Your metaphor is wonderful and perfect.
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Super strong. The distillation of it - the fifty-fiveness- is wonderful--allows it to end with that slight ambiguity = terrific. k.
ReplyDeleteNow that is a powerful write. Edgy but great depth.
ReplyDeleteOuch - I think I've planted that seed too. Razor sharp goodness Joy.
ReplyDeleteHedge, this is a sonnet in 55 words! I'm blown away by it. I love a story which begins at a well, it takes me back to fairy tales - here is the humble maiden in a dark realm, drawing her dark water and pierced by a bird's song, at once regenerative and voracious.
ReplyDeleteVery creative metaphors.
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