Friday, June 1, 2012

In The Nuthouse

In the nuthouse,
They keep your dreams for you
Like a neatly folded
Pair of eyeglasses.

When the stars turn to sand,
The earth's skin receives them
Until her body itself shifts and flows
Like a pretty summer dress.

I tell you these things, darling, because
Any day, my very bones could change.
I could find myself stepping silently across a wide desert at night,
With the echo of Anubis in my eyes;

And though the Goddess herself forbade it,
I would carry your name with me across all borders
Like a twin,
Or a rising moon on a silver chain.
_______

12 comments:

cloudia charters said...

oh it hurts, it's so good!




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TexWisGirl said...

it does hurt.

Kerry O'Connor said...

No one writes about love the way you do. It's the spiritual connection that you understand - that strange vibration of mutual accord which binds two people more closely than anything else. I thought this poem was just beautiful.

Sioux said...

I got a really weird feeling while I read this poem. It was like I was reading from a book, a collection of poems. I had this distinct thought that I had just turned a page, and here was the next poem I was savoring--not a poem you had just posted.

I wonder if that means that sometime soon, there WILL be a collection of Fireblossom's poems?

I hope so...

hedgewitch said...

Luminous and amazing poem--and the only thing I'd quibble with is the idea of madness..this seems like the only sanity in the world, once you've showed it to us.

Ella said...

I love the line, "when the stars turn to sand"...so sadly portraits the diminished view~
I love the nunaces you shared~ The fragile intimacy of a fractured life~ Bravo...for painting the portrait of truth

Sherry Blue Sky said...

No one writes Love the way you do. "I would carry your name....." Beautiful.

Hannah Stephenson said...

This nuthouse doesn't sound so bad, actually...

Lynn said...

Very ethereal.

my heart's love songs said...

this makes me want to purr.... your love poems slay me!

Mama Zen said...

Hedge used the word luminous to describe this. It truly is.

Shawna said...

I couldn't even begin to pick favorite lines; it's all unbelievable. The nuthouse, dreams that don't even belong to you, neatly folded glasses, sand stars, earth skin, flowing like a summer dress, changeling bones, separated twins, the moon on a chain. Seriously, you come up with the most phenomenal imagery to illustrate your points.