Thursday, June 30, 2016

Coquette

I made a thing from weeds and bark
and called the thing I made--a heart.
I wrapped it 'round with wire and twine
and crossed it, kept it--called it mine.

Love my heart, love it much
despite the rot and wasps and such
and when you're done--I'll love you back
to see what nightmares come from that.
_______

for Rommy's challenge at Toads.

 
 

16 comments:

hedgewitch said...

How our little arts and crafts projects can come back to haunt us, and every line of this with its perfect rhyme and meter, haunts the place where love might be, with a form we might not want to see. Exquisite.

Rommy said...

There is so much packed into this small piece. The hard protections around the heart, the probability of pain mixed with the plea to love it just the same - it paints such an intense image. The rhyme and meter here also work really well to solidify the feral but vulnerable feel.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Loved it!!

:-)

The Dancing Donkey said...

I always enjoy reading your poetry. It is always fascinating, interesting an I am impressed by your ability to meld words, thoughts and unspoken truths together. And sometimes, you write something that really nails "it" for me. This was one of those.

Thanks for sharing your work so generously.

jaine said...

Awesome.

I love how you've made the heart a giant outdoor sculpture, sitting on the lawn (as I envision it). It's a work of art, even if part of a horror movie. Poison Ivy 2. That's what it reminds me of.

I think she is talking to herself.

Magaly Guerrero said...

Brief, enthralling, infections and wicked. I completely love it--the rhyme, the imagery, the story that grows out of it... everything.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Oh, the nightmares you and I would make. La la mosk

Mama Zen said...

I love this, wish I'd written it, envy it, want to steal it . . .

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love scritchy-scratchy hearts like that!

brudberg said...

Somehow when I read something as lighthearted in form, but heavy laden with meaning I think of William Blake and his sick rose... or rather as a response to him...

Jennifer Wagner said...

Darkly, tightly knit. Catchy and satisfying.

Sioux said...

Not your usual unicorns and butterflies kind of piece ;)... The rhythm, the rhyme--HITHDYDI?

TexWisGirl said...

tragic love is your specialty. :)

Hannah said...

A seam-less chant-like dark-rhyme...love it, Shay!

Susie Clevenger said...

Oh my...dark and delightful. I am with Mama Zen, jealous.

Stacie Eirich said...

ooooo chilling. I have a feeling Magaly will love this one...oh! and yes I just saw her comment, quite right. I loved it too. Thanks for sharing.