Sunday, July 15, 2012

The Locust Month

In early summer,
wait for the solstice.
Pour China black tea on the mulberry vine,
and the fruit that it gives
will draw the desired fingertips to your skin.

Bear this person's child
whether they be woman or man.
Bear their love by making a ladle of your flesh.
Bear the pain if you can.

July will bring the straw grass
and the warmed, full-spread wing.
Steal away--save what you can from the Locust Month;
and never look back when the bird that you've loved to hear sing
makes its nest in the mouth of the cat.
________

26 comments:

rosemary mint said...

"Bear their love by making a ladle of your flesh.
Bear the pain if you can." ... Ouch.

"and never look back when the bird that you've loved to hear sing
makes its nest in the mouth of the cat" ... Ouch X 10.

Sioux said...

Those last two lines are doozies...

HermanTurnip said...

Yep, I was going to comment on the last two lines, but rosemary mint beat me to it. Great job!

hedgewitch said...

I can see a few ways of looking at this, I'm taking it one way, because of the place my head is in, but any way you take it, you have absolutely nailed love, in the persona of the narrator, to the cross here, and of course, she must 'be prepared to bleed,' as the song says. But holy wine doesn't come cheap.

cloudia charters said...

rich. Shay. developing. confident. Voice. Like an oracle, a spell, a dream. Too Good.

Shay


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Gemma Wiseman said...

Almost like a quasi religious view of birth to spiritual life to "sainthood" and the ultimate suffering for it all! But there are always the seasons and the natural instincts that bring these things to pass too! A beautiful piece!

Laurie Kolp said...

Love this:

Pour China black tea on the mulberry vine,
and the fruit that it gives
will draw the desired fingertips to your skin.

Hannah Stephenson said...

This one doesn't sound scary, but it really is. It's about preparation for pain...

Kerry O'Connor said...

I didn't know that July is referred to as the locust month. Reading this poem, I get the sense that something is on the verge of change, something fundamental, and potentially destructive.

Abin Chakraborty said...

This was an intriguing poem full of fascinating images. I sense the foreboding, the sense of ominous imminent threats...but cant exactly put a finger on it.thought-provoking.

Daryl Edelstein said...

intriguing and involving ... me like!

Mama Zen said...

Every line of this is incredible. Really incredible. Tears in my eyes fucking incredible.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Yes. What Mama Zen says. F-ing incredible. Amazing.

Mary Mansfield said...

Wow, those last two lines were quite a jolt! Love the images in this poem, it carried me away to a magical place with just a hint of darkness (just the way I like it!)

K9friend said...

I agree with Mary. The last two lines were definitely were grabbers.

Pat
Critter Alley

Tania A said...

"Bear their love by making a ladle of your flesh.
Bear the pain if you can."

Beautiful, exquisite, and dangerous.

Herotomost said...

"By the pricking of my thumbs..." yikes this gave me an anxious and foreboding feeling. Great write Girly Q...I loved it.

manicddaily said...

Yes, last two lines especially strong but terribly painful to actually experience. You've scoped it out amazingly well. Really well done. k.

wkkortas said...

It reads almost like a proverb, but there is more than some spare chestnut here--there is both warning and wistfulness. It is tight, and spartan in the best sense of the word.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

"never look back when the bird that you've loved to hear sing
makes its nest in the mouth of the cat."

If there's anyone who can pen a poetic image more potent than you, I haven't found em. Whoo-ee!

Aidz Giannini said...

Bear their love by making a ladle of your flesh.
Very kewl line

shawnacy said...

oh shay... this landed in me like a stone. sinking down to the very bottom.

this i will keep.

Sreeja said...

Couldn't make out the full meaning..it is really intriguing..the third stanza is still in my mind....

Lydia said...

Bear the pain if you can. The line is a perfect challenge to the reader of this romantic-tragic poem. I could hardly bear the beauty of it, Shay.

Mystic_Mom said...

Ouch and wow...and wow and ouch.

myheartslovesongs said...

you made me cry with the ending!

{meanie!}

{well, i have to say something to try to take attention away from the fact that this is yet ANOTHER amazing poem!}