Sunday, July 28, 2013

shhh

Shhh.
be still.
Curl and breathe,
turn heart's blood rich,
never minding the
tiny mote in the flesh,
so small, but more powerful
than all, a shadow that will fill
and then destroy its fragile cocoon.
Shhh, be still, be perch for dark butterflies.
__________

an etheree poem for my Witchy BFF.



18 comments:

LaTonya Baldwin said...

love the moment. shhhh.

Hannah said...

This is mysterious and grim...def sets the scene. I like your closing line the idea of becoming the perch...

TexWisGirl said...

i like this part: a shadow that will fill and then destroy its fragile cocoon

Mama Zen said...

I love the soft menace of this!

Other Mary said...

Oh, now that was worth taking off your shoes for! ;-)

Fireblossom said...

^^^for counting syllables, yes. ;-)

hedgewitch said...

This is just pitch perfect, Shay. Like everything is holding its breath, sort of like that feeling you get before a storm, when things are wound too tight, and the first clap of thunder is like the door opening to run out and away...I especially love the last lines, the opening 'shhh' is really effective also for drawing the reader in.

Good thing it's summer, for going barefoot. ;_)Thanks for playing, dear friend.

Lynn said...

Very cool, as always.

Cloudia said...

there's a kind of a hush all over the world tonight!


ALOHA from Honolulu
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HermanTurnip said...

What could it be, hiding underneath that thin layer of skin? The mind reels!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"Be perch for dark butterflies" is so beautiful.

Susie Clevenger said...

What can I say that hasn't been said...there is beautiful darkness in this.

Gemma Wiseman said...

The almost oxymoronic image of "dark butterflies" casts a Gothic pall and eeriness over this descriptive scene. Beautiful.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Ah! Too be a perch for dark butterflies, now that's an art I would like to learn!

Daryl said...

me likee .. especially because its short and i am pressed for time .. been SO damn busy during the week i have been vegetating on weekends ... apologies for being an absentee

Marian said...

shhhh, trying to listen to your winged words :)

G-Man said...

This is THE perfect poem for Moonbat, beautiful and hard to understand.

Maggie Grace said...

Lovely, dark, and a tad disturbing. Nice :)