Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

The Burn

As some of you know, my creative urge has been extinguished for about a week. Since I operate in something akin to dog years, for me that's a long time. But I quite literally dreamt this one up, about an hour ago. Not in lines, but then, dreams are their own special poetry.

In my dream, there was blood...

Bright red, like words you can't take back.

It was woman's blood, that routine and slightly shameful miracle,

And it was mine.

That's how I know it was a dream--

If I bled now

It could only be tears,

Colorless and common as salt.

In my dream, I'd been with someone else...

Someone nicer than you, probably,

But when I put my mouth to her in that familiar prayer, she was calm as a Madonna,

And so I came back here to you.

You had ordered breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes drowned in butter

--so unhealthy and so sweetly delicious--

And though you'd clearly sated yourself while I was away,

It was the sort of easy, loving gesture you're so talented at

When your heart is generous and your claws are sheathed.

In my dream, I wanted to tell you

--as I trailed along after Your Majesty in the way that believers must do--

That I was so glad to be back with you...

That it felt like coming home, even if the house is on fire,

Even if nothing can be saved,

Even if the next kiss has to be the last.

When I woke up,

On cool white sheets in the silent night,

I knew it would be all right;

I knew why unrepentant witches smile through the smoke with their hair on fire;

Despite blood, belief, sweetness and loss,

I'd seen the face I love

And the burn in my bones was back.



  1. Simply one of the best poems I have ever read.


    As in, my whole life ever.

  2. How the hell did you just come up with that?
    Clever girl!!!
    You are so in touch with yourself. Amazing.

  3. "I knew why unrepentant witches smile through the smoke with their hair on fire." That line made me shutter to think of it. Me thinks this was worth waiting for.

  4. I love the line about the unrepentant witches as well. This was great.

  5. Thanks, Funstering One, that's high praise indeed. Dreams that demand to be written down in the wee hours are usually worth paying attention to. I felt lighter after writing this.

    *blush* thanks Gillian. It was just kind of handed to me by my sleeping mind.

    Deb and Pouty, glad you liked my burning witch. The title is a double entendre by the way, a "burn" being a Scottish term for a stream, which kind of ties the beginning and end of the poem together.

  6. I don't have the words. I really, really don't.

    I'll just steal Jannie's.

  7. Ohhhh...You have a way of writing...from deep, deep down and from every part of your being.

  8. Hi Shay, I don't know if you've had one of these before but I'm presenting you with the Lemonade Award for all your beautiful poetry!(go to my site for the award and then you can pass it along...if you want).

  9. Good stuff Shay!! I added myself to your list of followers. :)



  10. I'm so glad you're back and writing again.

  11. Thank you so much everyone, for the kind comments and the lemonade award.

    Phil, welcome to the Word Garden, and please visit again. :-)

  12. Honouring loss without regrets is hard to do, but i feel you're touching that nerve... This pieces flows, to the subtle beat of eventuality... I can't say I 'liked' it, coz what is there to like? But I get it, and understanding is much more loyal than taste in my experience, bravo xxxx

  13. very effective.

    I found you via david. well deserved post of the day!

  14. You know me I love double entendres. Congrats on POTD. Woot-woot. Must be nice gettin' love from David.

  15. That is so beautiful! You really have talent.

  16. (((((((((K)))))))))) as always :-)

    Thank you, Katherine and welcome to the Word Garden!

    I hadn't known you were fond of them, Pouty, but now I do!

    Thank you Tiaras and Alyson! Welcome to Word Garden!

  17. Incredible! I found you at PotD and will visit again.

  18. I'm glad you did, and hope you will, Meredith! Welcome to Word Garden!


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