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Gothic eyes full of unbearable
black.
She hums La fille
aux cheveux de lin,
collects bones and
heather.
Wellingtons on river
moss.
You hear her with
the larks.
Lips pursed, as if
to kiss.
Heaven and hell are
in her arms.
She shows up late, ever
so slightly.
You half-remember
her,
rack your brain from
where.
Drunk on toast and
marmalade;
she takes coffee without
a mask,
unbuttoned. Part raven.
Part swan. Nearly a wife.
Flaxen hair with a
ridge of dark.
tk/September 2014
Lovely interpretation by R.A.D. Stainforth...
As a blonde child I knew I'd be brunette.
ReplyDeleteI merge with your poem.
ReplyDeleteHow to put it? Intriguing enchantment...
ReplyDeletePossibly my favourite of yours - very powerful mood.
ReplyDeleteOh, so haunting image of gothic eyes with pursed lips, charming and vulnerable in same time....don't we all have this restlessness? collecting the 'bones' of whatever matter at some point of our life? I'd read this poem at least once every month for inspiration....
ReplyDeleteI love that her " Lips [are] pursed, as if to kiss." It makes me wonder if she will change her mind in the last minute, and bite instead.
ReplyDeleteThe last eight lines are utter perfection. The last two and a half lines are even better than that. Damn good stuff, Tess.
ReplyDeleteAhh Tess.... you speak woman sweet as Updike.
ReplyDeleteHuge sigh. Of contentment. It's that good.
ReplyDeleteFabulous poetry...oh my gosh. so splendid Tess!
ReplyDeleteWith accolades here written I cannot compete.
ReplyDeleteHowever this is truth.
Reading your poetry enhances the quality of my life,
and helps me to understand more about our Universe,
especially in the human realm.
The middle stanza really stands out..a bit haunting..
ReplyDeleteAs a brunette myself, I can appreciate this.
ReplyDeleteThe fact she knows heaven and hell and is capable of holding both in her arms is what makes her so appealing ...Tchaikovsky loved her too
ReplyDeleteYour prose is always desirably thought provoking, yet your words today, take a shape of excellence like none other before. Perfect prose. I moved along as if my own feet were heavy in her steps
ReplyDeletereally interesting...this part especially: "Heaven and hell are in her arms."
ReplyDeleteinteresting take on the prompt
ReplyDeleteWheel of Life
"Heaven and Hell are in yoiur arms" is my favorite line. Nailed the prompt like you always do!!
ReplyDeleteI loved the ending stanzas so much... beautiful write.
ReplyDeleteI adore this one, Tess! "Unbearable black" says it all.
ReplyDeletePart raven.
ReplyDeletePart swan. Nearly a wife.
Beautitful!