Delivery
1.
INVOCATION
Bury me alive in cups of wine,
& let your antic nightcap
sing the ancient song of moon folk
that usher low thoughts out of me
with their dances whirling and dervish.
Black and blue.
2.
MOTHER
Your mother hunted for days,
squinting for the sight of you
in predawn twilight stillness:
in the peeling back of hovering night,
with the diamond of the horizon,
half shell Venus over distant black sea.
On the sixth day
from a dusty forest floor
came the third in the family.
& then the evening & the morning
& the mother took a rest.
The seventh day.
3.
BIRTH
The ruffian scowl
on your face
cased in caul & blood—
not a sound came forth
from those lips I’d come to kiss
a thousand times.
The ruffian glanced at the room
fists turned in, apelike,
knees bent as if to spring
from a hole, a little trudging faerie
in solemn Queen-like protestation.
Salute.
4.
NIGHTMARE
Scutterput she is
in a deserted forest blanket
covered in webs.
Such spiders speak in screeches,
& sibilant whispers, gasps
frantic —as a bat
hanging in the trees,
& I never dreamed they’d take me,
never dreamed this of my own child—
that she would eat me alive.
5.
FOOD/CODA
Looking for blueberries, we find
before sky dawns
there is a blanched tint
like the ghostly mycelium
and a blue within black
which holds the moon before
it dips to bathe in water.
Above the coast, laughing
we tripped in the barrens
of the shadow of the mountain,
sprigs of heather guiding
our lumbering falls,
and a cluster of wild blueberries
arising
with luscious red leaves
almost as if we could eat them
with the heavenly mushrooms reaching
upward to greet us
in the dark.
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This part (see below). I love the ending two verses.
The ruffian glanced at the room
fists turned in, apelike,
knees bent as if to spring
from a hole, a little trudging faerie
in solemn Queen-like protestation.
She was such a curmudgeon, wailing like a pterodactyl.
I love the invocation. and the blueberries at dawn.
thank you
The whole thing. A prayer.
💙💙💙
“…ghostly mycelium
and a blue within black
which holds the moon before
it dips to bathe in water.”
Your descriptions are full of the mystery of prayer and birth-this play between dark and almost color to sunrise is well done!
you seem to be very visual!
guilty as charged
no soup for you
😳
kidding
I like how you’ve arranged these together and the stories woven in. It is a longer poem but is not difficult to stay with
Why did you end that sentence with a preposition? No soup for you. I just had to tell you.
“Play by the rules, win by the rules, and when you’ve won enough, you can change the rules.” – I don’t know who said that. It might have been Arthur Ashe, or might have been on a bumper sticker, or might have been me 😂
I just had to tell you! Well, there may be some soup. But you will have to add water. It isn’t that nifty Panera ™️ stuff.
I love reading what’s out there today. What a month!
The nightmare segment is my favorite. Chilling.
thank you, it is a favorite.
–of mine.
You took us on a fantastical journey with this poem, and I’m so happy you shared your wit and gorgeous language!
very kind… 💛
I think you should write fantasy novels! You have such an exotic eye for details, and I would love for this one to keep going!
This could be a book introduction?