Showing posts with label OLN. Show all posts
Showing posts with label OLN. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Broken Lantern



Light Blue


Broken Lantern
(incanted)




Cricket sing and beat the bat
deaf against a stony post.
Rub your legs that can't be fat;
chase away the sonar ghost.

Broken lantern lost his light
thrown on the rocks of endless night,
snakeskin succubus lost her bite
cast out by a wafer and an old man's fright.

A broken hag saw her mirrored face
plowed up for flowers with a double-bit brace.
Changeling child found a cold embrace
in a boomerang's claw, in a fickle grace.

Light was broken, curse was spoken
though she made no sound. It lay on the ground.
The sun gave a shout, the well gave out
the cow went dry, but the bishop ate trout.

In a hawk heavy sky, when the moon was round
two doves died fast, two sins flew past
the nightingale singing her bloody last
of a lightness broken, a curse soft spoken.

Closed door womb, a raddled room
littered with toys as a baby's tomb
where the curse was spoken, where light lay broken;
where the babe's bound tight and gently lies

in arms of steel where the knife never dies.
Too soon, too soon, for the hard lullabies,
for the waking sleep never meant to keep
where the curse is spoken, the light is broken.

Cricket sing and fool the bat
deaf and blind, lost and found.
Wild wolf howl, wail black cat;
light is broken and lies on the ground.


~November 2012


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Image: Light Blue, by Keoni Cabral, on flick'r
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Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Death Of The Doll





  Death of the Doll


I knew when I sold him the doll,
took her from her spellwrought womblight
and felt the hard silver in my hand,
everything changed.

Her soft cloth body wrinkled its rayon ribs,
shuddered all its length.
Her scarab eyes, turquoise beads in black,
stared dead flowers then blinked.

She knew
every secret
and I knew
she'd be made to tell.

They came soon, the droning
gibbering buzzardy crew
full of the code she told
within my bones, the flashing

white sigils of my wrists
the deep bleeding where I hid
the treacherous river in the skullcave
that wheels Leibniz's reversible mill. 

They were there before me
at every hole; behind me as I ran
came the breath, the slap and flap
the assassin's cautious laugh 

muffled

when the blade crossed my throat.
I could not blame her,
she whose stuffing filled the air and drained
down the front 
of my cotton chest.

~November 2012

Doll



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death of the doll by Hedgewitch O'theWilds



Some facts about Leibniz:




Header Image, Young Girl with Doll, by Berthe Morrisot
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Footer Image: Doll, by Karen O'D, on flick'r
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Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Kalypso's Candle



The Desire, by Remedios Vara


Kalypso's Candle




A candle of corpse wax
rum and Chopin
strike through the redacts
of the trembling hand,
where the hum of the sparrowhawk
droning in flight
makes the dream that courses
hunting in darkness
while yesterday's night
strips tomorrow's light,
in the hardwired room
beyond the sun, behind the moon.

The boat was a pea pod   
split while still green
(not a miniscule Pequod
produced by machine,)
rising in weeds, bobbing on acid
of the ceaseless same.
Kalypso castrates the chorus
hunting in darkness
searching the sea fret for an absent name
by runesmoke firelight and candleflame,
singing for deliverance, sinking sleep
under the undertow, nine miles deep.


~November, 2012
 





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Process Notes: Kalypso was a nymph who imprisoned Odysseus on her remote island, enchanting him with her singing. After seven years, Odysseus escaped, desiring to return to his faithful wife Penelope.
The Pequod was the ship of Captain Ahab in Herman Melville's Moby Dick 



Header Image: The Desire, by Remedios Varo
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Footer Image: Paul Gauguin's Armchair, by Vincent Van Gogh
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