Sunday, May 13, 2018

When The Circus Boat Sank

When the circus boat sank
there in the sound,
both schedule and physical limitations were suspended
and everything slowed down.

Children dove to us as falling leaves
with apples in their mouths for our horses; 
manes like the arms of women whose chests hum with lullabies 
remembered from the drowsy south.

The tiger and I dance as months go by
and rescue loses meaning, light its immediacy.
One child has kept with us, here,
and looks to me for starfish and story.
"Once upon a time," I say to her,
"there was blue tiger, blue water, drowsy you, dreamy me." 

And so the story goes,
ever blue,
ever more,
everlastingly.
_____ 

for Sunday Muse #4




6 comments:

hedgewitch said...

Dreamscapes and circus-tent swirls of blue--if only we could find those manes like arms, mouths full of apples, and endless stories while the water rocks and suspends our fevered lives. Just lovely images here, Shay.

Vivian Zems said...

Apples in mouths ...for horses...there are so many metaphors that I could pick. Loved them all..everlastingly. Congrats on the new book!

Sherry Marr said...

The imagery is wonderful and unique, as your imagery always is. I especially love the child who stayed, looking for starfish and story, and the loving reply........

Brendan MacOdrum said...

As a fishboy, I always love a finny wake, and the element here -- though heartbreaking -- is pure. As starfish and story, I'll put this on the sill overlooking the yawning blue.

Carrie Van Horn said...

Yes, this has a wonderful magical air to it, even though it swims in a certain sadness. I especially love the line, "The tiger and I dance as months go by and rescue loses meaning, light its immediacy." and "manes like the arms of women whose chests hum with lullabies" I love it! Thank you so much for joining us at The Muse Shay!!!

C. Sandlin said...

Love this. Part of me wants an entire novel that centers around these characters (partially to make sure they're okay--the wistful sadness snuck up on me), although it was beautiful in its brevity, as well. :)