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Cryptid
Was it your lover
you saw in the dream,
a spirit bear on
fire,
or perhaps
the chupacabra, a steam
given off/
absorbed by
too-hot night?
Some cryptid regardless,
a cambion that comes
when eyelids fall down
before the stare of stars
dropped silent with a burn
from black sky
as morning turns to face you
cobra-hooded.
Fragments of him
of you
litter the lawn.
Meteorite dust
hangs in the air;
the smell of old longings
seeps from the roses
powdery as the skin's
memory of a hand
that still feels,
of lips that know words
are the dark subsidence
down which you will tumble
to the place of live shadows
where two become one.
~September 2014
reposted for desperate poets
masterpiece
ReplyDeleteMasterfully done. I especially love "where eyelids fall down before the stare of stars." Wow.
ReplyDeleteSo much here to admire and to wonder deeply about. The devil is in the detail. The second stanza is ablaze with poetic mead. Just wow. It left me as fragmented as your third and before I had time to even consider a pulling together of the parts that final dark subsidence of words did for me. There now appears to be what looks remarkably like a cobra peering over the back of my laptop. Yikes!!!
ReplyDeleteSome figments are bloodier than ghosts, rimed still with love's gules, still thirsty for it -- the bower for this is the dream wracked bed and "Meteorite dust / hangs in the air; / the smell of old longings / seeps from the roses / powdery as the skin's / memory of a hand / that still feels," Such gruesome haunts still reek of love, its furious absence. A still toothy wolf skull from the well. Toothier, given time.
ReplyDeleteCobra-hooded mornings preceded by dreams of wild lovers... this is so visual and intense...
ReplyDeleteThis stanza stands out from them all:
ReplyDeleteFragments of him
of you
litter the lawn.
Meteorite dust
hangs in the air;
the smell of old longings
seeps from the roses
Deft, subtle, evocative. So good it could stand alone. The meteorite dust - wow. That impact has blown us to smithereens. One of the best passion/immolation lines ever.
Beautiful blog
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