The Snare

The Snare

Those notes you play
beneath the stars
as sweet as wine
as red as Mars

keep me hung
and strung on fire,
a golden fuse
burning beads of lyre.

My peacock fan
can't stop the blood
that paints my skin,
the traitor flood

of feelings trapped
as night runs strong
to keep its foot far
from the snare of your song.

What use the art
of lace and gown
when all I am
is so quickly unbound?

Your blinded face
eclipses your lines.
You play for yourself
not for me or mine.
 
How often I've run
from that puppeteer's tune,
till you sing me back
to fish for the moon.

~December 2015

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a few quick and extemporaneous rhymes for

Fireblossom Friday: The Art of Gerda Wegener

Image:  Das Ständchen (The Serenade) 1918, by Gerda Wegener

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Today, Unboxed

Today, Unboxed

Today I'll put you

in the glove box

and only think about driving.

You will not be the road, the departure point,

the destination, but a secret re-folded
after one look, stowed away,

a map where only need
will find you.

When I get back

I'll open the package of daylilies,

ease you out with the roots.

As I pull the peat-drenched soil

from the bag, fill the black plastic pots

around the breakables, you will be only

the smell of moist earth and life
let out of the box, tamped down.

But when I sit sleepless,

watching the fire where you

are the air between the wood
that makes it burn, or hunch night-baffled

on the back porch, trying to reach

through the feeding clouds

stars I once saw
so clearly


you will be in the next chair.

You, slippery as summer on steel,

with your mudslide words,

your river touch,

unconfined and unmanageable;

it's all yours after all

to box or unbox, to love

or lay down.

 ~January 2014

posted for     dVerse Poets

Poetic: Repeat Performance First Time Through
Karin Gustafson (ManicdDaily)has come up with a Ground Hog's Day prompt for us: to write about.." Repetition–in whatever form form form that may arise.  (And hopefully, there will also be some magic.)"

Top Image:Beatus Mappa Mundi, 1050.  from the Saint-Sever Beatus
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Footer: Cube On Lawn Chair, by Gerhardt Richter via wikipaintings.org
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