Friday, January 21, 2011

Indian Days



What burns grows back.

The sky is always in motion.

Don't kiss the one with the wind in her blood.

Don't become devoted to her skin.



Watch the way she handles an egg.

Does she warm it first in her hand, as if it might surrender a sigh

Or a peacock?

When she kisses it beyond all saving

Against the rim of a pretty kiln-fired bowl,

Does she coax or crush?

Does it matter to the broken shell?



Still, if you kiss the one with pilfered turquoise on every finger,

If you become devoted to her scent, her deep Indian eyes, her hair--

Remember that bones can birth a second, more careful heart,

What burns grows back,

And the sky is always in motion.

_________

photograph by Metin Demiralay

23 comments:

Holland said...

Does it all matter during that first kiss?

hedgewitch said...

I don't use this word often as it's tiresomely thrown around like a sack of counterfeit bills, but this was brilliant, each stanza better than the last...kissing it beyond all saving, indeed.

signed...bkm said...

beautiful piece Shay, "remember that bones can birth a second"...love that image..and wind in her bones...lovely..bkm

jen revved said...

i'm really captivated by "watch the way she handles an egg..." gorgeous, and the "pilfered turquoise"-- yes. xxxj

Helen said...

.... you are unbelievable.

Shadow said...

yet it is 'the wind in her blood' that is the attraction in the first place...

Susannah said...

I love "Don't kiss the one with the wind in her blood."

Wonderful. :-)

Tabitha Bird said...

Indeed. the skin IS always in motion :)
Beautiful Shay.

Lynn said...

The sky is always in motion. This was just beautiful.

Kim Nelson said...

My favorite, telling line... the egg. Yes! Such attention to detail tells us a lot.

ellen abbott said...

sigh

Kay said...

i want that blood....

exotic and free...... sigh....

Ami Mattison said...

This is just. so. beautiful. It makes me weepy because I've kissed that girl with "deep Indian eyes" and "wind in her blood" so many times and now that she's crushed the broken shell of me, I don't believe you when you say "what burns grows back." Honestly, you must get outta my head.

Daryl said...

the sky is always in motion ...

makes me want to go out and take pix of the clouds ...

Jannie Funster said...

Whoa.

I'm a smash-the-egg-on-the-edge-of-the-counter top kind of gal. Should try a pretty kiln-fired bowl. See if I grow the wings I envision me in.

pilfered turquoise, love that!

xoxo

La Belette Rouge said...

I have to tell you, just today my in-laws told me that they had left their back door open and when they came into the living room they found a peacock in their kitchen. I imagine that the peacock came in to raid the refrigerator and maybe make an omelette. I am not sure why am telling you this?
I love the hopefulness of this poem. What grows back is always stronger than what was there before. If that isn't true then it should be.
Thank you, lovely Tiger-friend!
xxoo
Weasel-friend

Mama Zen said...

Oh, Shay. This is exquisite.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is completely wonderful. I especially love the first and the last two lines. And "the wind in her blood" and the way she handles an egg. Now who would have thought of that and yet, it is really indicative of a person's nature. "remember that bones can birth a second, more careful, heart" is absolutely WONDERFUL.

Wow. I am replete.

TALON said...

I agree with the wise and sage Mama Zen, Shay. Exquisite.

Lulú said...

Romantic, hopeful, playful...Chica, you've outdone yourself!

katrin said...

always in motion
very beautiful fireblosom.

haikulovesongs said...

Stunning!

Cloudia said...

amazing first quat