Sunday, December 4, 2016

Clayface

Breathe, love. Expand like a star.
I'm close, as silent as seeds in a row,
reaching for where you are. 

Take my hand. Touch my arm.
On the wall, an angel? or a doubt
over time given form?

From our mouths, the kiss, the scythe.
Our child, Clayface, crawls the ceiling
in the shadows, unrecognized.  
_____

A 55 for Real Toads.

14 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

Your poem combines love and death with the right measure of creepiness that both those abstracts deserve.
It made me smile because it is so darn good.

Sioux said...

Shay--
The first two words--so simple, and yet so profound. (I love it all, but the middle stanza is especially moving.)

brudberg said...

The proximity of love and death, thats real passion.

hedgewitch said...

'a doubt
over time given form..' so much human here, and so much of the unknown beneath as well, brought carefully forward in a series of condensed images that are enhanced by the slant rhymes and soft, incantatory cadence. Good to see you writing, dear Shay, and especially poems like this.

Cloudia said...

I like the gravity of your opening lines especially...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love "as silent as seeds in a row". This poem is so beautiful.

angieinspired said...

wild, --as some kisses are.

Mama Zen said...

Oh, this is beautifully creepy!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Deliciously dark and enticing ❤️

Outlawyer said...

Lovely poem.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Brilliant! The human condition – in so few words.

Isadora Gruye said...

I really like the layers here, the harvest theme along side the terrible regret of what has been sewn. You captured the feel and tone of the video clip but made it all your own. Well dome and viva la.

Rommy said...

The darkness crouching behind the initial sweetness of the words is disturbingly fascinating. It will be a bitter harvest all around.

sreeja harikrishnan said...

loved the opening line.......

as a whole, a creepy feeling...!