double drama - enchanted/empowered mama

1) EMPOWERMENT

oh god!
covered by beauty
so captivating it terrifies -
searing skin
encircling the spine
in effervescent
ecstasy,
breath
is a blue vapour
on the windowpane…
dependant on the mercy
of release -
i am a sphinx
crouched and defiant,
(passion is the vault of grace)
a picasso in surreal thumb prints
- a child - defeated
and cleansed
- a daffodil - in winter bloom
i am filled -
again

2) ENCHANTMENT

bring it on
enter in simplicity,
golden
you glow
white hot
casting dream dust
before my dazzled eye
bewitched/wizarded
i am?
by sahara silk
in matte exposure-
the slide show begins-
high resolution-
light speed
and then the cleaving -
all good things.
to save the flame
i cling to ignorance
the morphine
my spirit craves

In sight

I share -
offering
to your hooded lens
reptilian defense
of the spirit,
my festering
dream wounds,
the creatures
of my childhood
shoes and bed –
that guttural voice
so loud
so large
it must mutilate me...

soon

I present
the cool
relief
of reason
to pay your piper…
scream
at my bloody feet
desperate to ease
the marathon urge -
watching
that cold
eye that
does
not

blink

Scratch

a horse hair shirt
tugged and smoothed
to little avail
dreaming
of feather down
or the pleasure
of being
simple...understand?
and laughter
and wit
and Gods!
what i
would do
for a sliver
of amusement
irreverent
and true -
you understand...
of course!
it could be me who
zipped up
pissed off
forgot your sweet name
at the door?
metaphorically
it probably was...
has it been
as good for you
as it has
for me?

silver pennies

pennies - honey
for a seat
at your table,
widespread soul
on your clay plate -
pay me
in platitudes
whispers
red ; rusted
lust
all day
every day
to compensate
for the wound
in my centre -
raw
serration
from dumb
tongue
to mound

i will tell you

I will tell you
these things
while unanaesthetised
sing to you
of the raw and the
very fearsome

unclean...
slice open
the belly
of my dreamtimes
and pain
before you

i will turn from that
comprehending
comfort
you give and want and take
with remorse
and intent

i will weep for the night
that cannot claim me
through millions of miles,
the laughter that cannot
release me -
uncontrollable and joyous.

all these things...
with haste,
while
they are
real
to me

All my friends are made of Paper (for frals)

I capture
faint impressions
of friends
in ink, (violet ink)
fold their wings
along crisp
invisible lines
melding missiles
of possibility…

soaring/swooping at the whim
of my questing fingers
away; away; away
from my muted dystopia:
perchance, they may
- locate the veiled faces
- of those
- I have lost
- or not yet found

whose hands
may be cupped beneath
autumns zephyrs
to claim them;
and send home to me…
(read between the feathers!)
in their own
gilded curlicues
or mad
graphite slashes

the secrets of
my angels’
flight

09 april 08