Thursday, October 9, 2014

House & River

On the left, the house--
on the right, the river;
along the path--the low, deadhand grass,
the jealous burrs,
the lateflower on watch for evening.

On the left, the house--
on the right, the river;
by the path--the restless sinktooth cur,
your bracelet lost,
and the moon reflecting herself in it.

Did my lips kiss curve and scar the same?
Did they speak each of your dozen names?
The thorn,
the berry,
the briar?

On the left, the house--
on the right, the river;
where the path bends--the gibbet-necked heron,
the cat bone stars,
pouring lives like silver into the borrowed body of a Nixie--you, in full song.


Buddah Moskowitz said...

Gorgeous imagery. I've missed you - a big Platonic and kiss for you, Mosky

hedgewitch said...

Really some vivid imagery here, Shay--the deadhand grass and jealous burrs, the cat bone stars--and not just empty images, but ones full of the light and shadow of emotion, the dry rustle of introspection---that whole last stanza expands like a concertina pulled out, then exhales pure music, but I think the fourth stanza is my favorite.

TexWisGirl said...

'restless sinktooth cur' - you turn a phrase so remarkably...

Cloudia said...

"sink tooth" Heh

ALOHA from Honolulu

Kerry O'Connor said...

What really strikes me about this poem is the originality of your adjectives - they lift the description to the extent we (your readers) feel we have wandered into unfamiliar territory, a little dangerous with magic.

my heart's love songs said...

NO ONE on this earth can write like you do, SP. this is magical!

great song, too.

i had to google "Nixie" ~ the first suggestions were for "a wearable drone camera for your wrist. Once aloft, it's designed to detect your presence and fly around you, pointing its camera to film your exploits." that takes "selfies" to a whole new level... a trend i don't understand in the first place. why does anyone want to take pictures of their self to show to complete strangers?

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oy. This is amazing - Love the repeated lines in each stanza......and as usual your verbiage is so outstanding I gnash my teeth in wonder....what teeth I have left. "the gibbet-necked heron" "the cat bone stars". Brilliant.

Poet Laundry said...

You come up with the most amazing imagery. Wow.

Grandmother (Mary) said...

murmuring the landmarks to stay oriented in new territory and finding new ways to describe it... gorgeous.

Mama Zen said...

This is more than stunning. Wow.