Scry a flock of wild birds; a shouting, clamorous group.
Example: scry of fowls (wild fowl), 1450.
Your hair was a crow's wing on snow
And you had that hooker laugh.
On my knees, I looked down at you...
I swayed;
I was an open door in the wind.
My arm was bare, stretched out like a moonbeam--
Your head tilted back,
Your eyes fluttered;
My gypsy fingers came back wet.
Never tell a blackbird's fortune.
Never taste something too good to live without.
You held my breast in your hand like a nest,
And I fell through space
To perdition as if it were paradise.
My vile, beautiful, profane darling,
Never again will burning feel so sharp and fated.
If I turn to ash on the breeze,
What of that?
I saw and loved your sly smile.
I searched out and touched your scratched, bloody, gorgeous heart.
I heard and understood your hooker laugh when, light-headed and lit, I asked you please baby,
please,
Stay.
______


14 comments:
oo la la and umph...you got me wishing she would stay shay...
Ooooh, you have done it again Shay, left me smiling and delighted at your way with words. Just wonderful writing! :-))))
Shay--I hate commenting on your poems, because I want to note (and quote) the lines that blew me away,so I have to move the comment section around, and whenever I page up to see the poem, the comment section "disappears" and then I have to bring it back up and then...wah, wah whine...
"...a crow's wing on snow...a hooker's laugh...the whole third stanza---just gorgeous...light-headed and lit...please stay"
The plaintive tone of your poem (at least how I'm reading it) reminds me of the end of a Pink song (you probably don't like her). She sings, "Please, please...don't leave me" and sounds quite vulnerable.
Gorgeous, sensual, earthy . . . perfect, Shay!
There is a rawness of loss to be scried here under the incredibly rich and evocative imagery that defines the whole piece like shadows define the light. "Never tell a blackbird's fortune..." One of your best, wildest, cleverest gypsy lines ever.
You do have a way with words! I love "I swayed; I was an open door in the wind." Perfect imagery. Also "Your hair was a crow's wing on snow." Also the 3rd stanza. Once again, amazing!
Delightful.
"Scry" is such a loaded word...really interesting what you have teased from it...
I scry all the time .. ;-)
Intensity X 100 = gazillion!
Stunning. Full of raw intensity. It makes my heart ache and bleed.
And I bet she did.
From first fantastic line to last, a riveting poem. The feeling of loss is palpable. It hit me right in the heart, Shay - your writing is sheer wizardry. You are brilliant!
WOW!!
It's a rich banquet in here and I'm going to keep coming back for the feast. Shay, you spoil me for others, lol, Delicious!
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