Sunday, September 27, 2009

Capricorn Muse



Scarlet has given me five words to work into a poem: muse, bliss, charm, metamorphosis and the Spanish word secreto.


I searched for my muse in the folds of a summer morning

And found her,

Wrapped in crows' feathers,

Kissing a stone.


I gave my voice to her hair, and it whispered in her ear,

"Come with me.

Let me take you home."


"I am home," she insisted,

Though nothing grew there but night.


I tried every charm and word,

Hoping to be heard by Our Lady of December,

Despite the wind,

Despite

Everything the stars had told me.


I melted like a candle and covered her with my desire--

I watched her face,

Praying for metamorphosis and a bliss forever withheld

But which never stops calling,

Despite distance,

Despite

Every dream of doorways, leading no place.


Summer lasted five minutes--

We twined and bloomed in secret.

To me she said, "My Love, you have opened me like a flock of dark pages;

Read me to myself,

Burn me so that the light I give reveals us naked, needing, and we'll call that our poetry.

Let there be nothing else,

And then you must leave me."


I found my muse in the folds of a summer morning,

Wrapped in crows' feathers,

And when I woke I found I had been kissing a stone.


She left me a message written on a bloody rose, which said,


"Los secretos son el humo,


El amor es cenizas,"


And when I left I was once again alone.

_______________

translation: "secrets are smoke, love is ash"

16 comments:

Liam said...

Five words? I think i could probably manage one. So long as I could spell it.

Mama Zen said...

Shay, I am dangerously close to being speechless. That you were able to create this using prompts is amazing.

Shadow said...

what a wonderful creation this is!

Pouty Lips said...

Where there is smoke there is fire, and where there is fire, there are ashes.

Dulce said...

Oh My how I love this one and with those Spanish lines.
You are magic with words dear. I love it... so much in common I see... and your endings are food for thought too. I just love it
Thanks for this Sunday jewel poem :)

Scarlet said...

I am speechless. Your words are magic, your Spanish, divino. You make this Cuban woman very proud.

Riot Kitty said...

Wow. I was going to do this meme next, but compared to you, I'm really gonna suck ;)

pheromone girl said...

I'm glad I did MINE before reading yours. Sheesh. I miss MY crow feathers...

Kelly Dickson said...

Goat girls! What can i say, they are your achiles heal... :p Fabulous mesmerising poem. I know i will come back to read this again... xxx

Ekanthapadhikan said...

Can't believe you made poetry out of prompts. I mean, the words you use in poem is something so personal, right? How could you??? I mean...

And I liked this line the best - "I melted like a candle and covered her with my desire--"

That's very intense in expression.

Kay said...

oh, YOU are never alone :) fondness of the memory lingers, and as the seasons change so do I; mystical write

mac said...

This one is beautiful. Not a strain on the eyes at all :-)

RachelW said...

I love this. I wandered over here today from Joaquin's place, and I'm so glad that I did.

hedgewitch said...

A dark flight to the heart's core, making every whistlestop of pain and joy on the way, if you'll pardon the mixed metaphor. The whole thing is radiantly wise, but the conversation between lover and beloved, writer and muse, is what stands out. And the last lines of the first stanza--pure Fireblossom genius. I kiss my fingers to you my dear--this is a fine piece of writing.

Lydia said...

Absolutely marvelous. "Read me to myself"...now there is a perfect line, Shay.
I'm glad you made that best of list, else I might have missed this one.

Kelly Dickson said...

i said i would, and i have, great poem - never forgotten... and how true it is x