"If it's peace you find in dying, when dying time is here,
just bundle up my coffin cause it's cold way down there,
I hear that's it's cold way down there, yeah, crazy cold way down there.."
just bundle up my coffin cause it's cold way down there,
I hear that's it's cold way down there, yeah, crazy cold way down there.."
~Laura Nyro, When I Die
Snow Blind
I sit remembering
when we were dragons,
our mating flight in October's
bloodbright sky,
another country
that rush of scales and fire.
Or when you saw me first,
moth with green-eyed wings
on a factory rafter. You knew
among the nymphs
I was a spriggan
twisted wry but quick and hot,
that on the mountain with the goats
I climbed the highest
to be alone, krampus-girl
too full to eat the darkness.
So come, wind of the north.
Blow this west-wind fever from me
with your ice-eyes and cheap bargains.
Mound the cold grey snow
upon this bed, shabby
goblin sheets to numb my sores,
rime my lids
snow blind, give me
shadow glow, hallucinations, lunatic
visions, his
living face candle-lit,
smiling
at me:
the glass dragon,
the dust-moth dry with
death's-head wings,
broken as easily
as a candy heart.
December 2020
posted for Fireblossom
Spriggan: "a legendary creature from Cornish faery lore...said to be found at old ruins, cairns, and barrows
guarding buried treasure. Although small, they were usually considered to be
the ghosts of giants..notorious for their unpleasant dispositions...~wikipedia
Images: photo of Laura Nyro via internet Fair Use
Moth Wing © Amelia Fletcher Fair Use
