Thursday, July 26, 2012

Cycle

a volcano rose from the koi pond,
giving birth to burning red birds.

these flew,
and wherever they landed,
the earth turned to stone.

i placed each stone in a silver setting,
and gave them to you
for your ears,
your wrists,
your fingers.

the sun, jealous,
wept itself into the pond.

you shone, a knife's edge,
a moon-perch for your restless summer flame.
_______

16 comments:

cloudia charters said...

powerful and fresh as always!


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Rene Foran said...

Beautiful, Shay.
I'm word slayed.

Sioux said...

"You shone, a knife's edge,
a moon-perch for your restless summer flame."

I can't decide if "a knife's edge" or "a moon perch" blows me away more.

I would imagine the goddess-bitch is satiated with this one...

TexWisGirl said...

love the fire from water to sun to water return. :)

nene said...

your voice is like that of a warbler, it perks our ears amidst all the noise

nene said...

Psst, Shay, I know those are your legs in the prompt. Not to sound too 'male' but you have 'gorgeousssss' legs. Not that I lQQk.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Every word golden, and keen like that same knife-edge.

hedgewitch said...

The contrast between the contemplative coolness and remoteness of a koi pond, and the volcano and birds really opens this strongly, then it becomes a lyric love poem, which as always,no one writes better than you. Even my current befuzzled brain feels comforted by the unmistakable force and beauty in this one.

Lolamouse said...

Love how you weave the four elements into this love poem. Another great one, Shay. (Shame on you, nene!)

sharplittlepencil.com said...

Dreamy, Shay. The changes in the elements, the sun's jealousy... your mind is a force of nature. Peace, Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/07/27/bleed-warning-precedes-poem/

Kerry O'Connor said...

I like the way you have used contrasting elemental images here: the fiery lava arising from water, the creatures of air making stones, the sun weeping, and the flame seeking the moon.
This is such a clever way to infer how a person may enter our known worlds and change all the rules.

Lynn said...

Beautiful!

darkangelwrites said...

I love it when you write with a twisted folklore flair.

Mama Zen said...

Sigh . . .

"a volcano rose from the koi pond,
giving birth to burning red birds."

You have this brilliant way of making the impossible sound completely natural.

myheartslovesongs said...

{{{{sigh}}}}

flipside records said...

I am crazy about this poem. Such magic throughout.

These are particularly mystical, even though they are also symbolic:

"a volcano rose from the koi pond,
giving birth to burning red birds"

"wherever they landed,
the earth turned to stone"

"the sun, jealous,
wept itself into the pond"

Love your double meaning here: "your restless summer flame"

Fantastic cycling, from the volcano rising out of the pond to the sun weeping itself into pond. All things do cycle, don't they? Especially in nature. The elements and characters do find a way to balance things out. The volcano comes to life, so the sun must die. For jewels to exist, dirt must disappear.

I like this fiery volcano person who births both burn and bird, creates rubies, adorns the beautiful, murders the sun, turns the beautiful into someone who is a potentially dangerous weapon (as well as a "home" and safe place for volcanic birds) ... And the volcano can do all this, but still is restless and at the mercy of the "knife." How kind of the "knife" to be a perch rather than a blade when she could easily slash those birds into pieces.