footprints unique as fingertips
as lips grazed along poet (trees)
the muse that whips against windy reason
hair to waist and eyes of Eden
lost to saints
surrendered to shield
this fairy’s shroud is dusty
skin shed as empty paper
eyes sockets bare from
chosen blindness
flesh to bone
bone to loss
hostage
a homage
to broken veins and vomit
her emerald gown disintegrates
how long until her steps
erased
how long until her silence
replaced
…the breeze taunted
“Why did you look
Why did you see
Only the magic knows
Only the devil can tell
You treaded along a beaten path
You stumbled upon an open wound
A trap
This muse knows
Death was a rhyme away but
Pain
Flows like torrents
Dances as soul
Haunts as a storm
Risen from the southern sea
Carrying the name
POET to forever haunt and scar thee
for where there is one
there is always three
and where
there are three
the list
will grow”
The train approached the station as she waited heart pounding, ticket damp with sweat. She committed murder today. She is dead and she must hide away.
august 2010
exquisite writing, an intriguing tale
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this gem, dear Nic.
ReplyDeleteEmotional, honest, & real. I like.
ReplyDeleteGood God Nic...... This is explosive !!! You always surprise the reader at the end.... its like BAM.... ya there you go...lol. I love it!! Brilliant piece !! xo
ReplyDeletethank you all for reading. really appreciate your presence here. x
ReplyDeletethank you so much for sending the link Nic.. so glad I didn't miss this one!
ReplyDeletefantastic piece..rich and resonating..just perfect.
ReplyDeleteHMMM...An intriguing take on fairy tale here, with the plight of the poets creative process mixed in (at least that's what I get from this), with lines such as:
ReplyDeleteThis muse knows
Death was a rhyme away
Maybe its the angst of a poet knowing what others would not want to know, because of what their mind touches through their art?