Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Tuesday, November 22, 2022

Stone House

 

There is a stone house
with a soft bed
on a metal frame.

The sheets are sky-stolen blue,
the blanket tartan.
I have the feeling I was

a child there, or died
or held someone with love
or was held.

The air is fragrant
like a meal just finished
or being prepared.

I feel sure that you are there
in the next room
or arriving or remembered.

I wrote this poem
yesterday or some other day
or will write it soon.

Now the door is open.
Come in.
_______

Music: Cat Stevens Into White



4 comments:

  1. Rich with saudade, inexplicably sad and welcoming. Lovely, Shay.

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  2. That is phenomenal. "Sky-stolen blue" is close to best all time. The progression to "or I will write it soon" decomposes us, time, presence, what is, was. The uncertainty of our certainty. Amazing.

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  3. So beautiful, Shay. Again there is a wistfulness, but also a profound suspension in time and space that is more like a dream than any dream ever was. You word choices are honed and perfect, and the effect is stunning in its almost childlike innocence of artifice. I may have had a tear or two at this passage : "..I have the feeling I was/a child there, or died/or held someone with love.." Just lovely, loving writing.
    or was held.

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