Gordian Knots
The thread was caught, the bag was near,
The lei a knot of plastic bloom.
The child’s eye glared with darkest gloom.
The thread was caught, the bag was near,
A sacred tangle, not too dear.
The lei a knot of plastic bloom.
The scissors came, I begged, I cried.
The iPad pinged with phantom me.
I muttered spells, no remedy.
The scissors came, I begged, I cried.
The ghost of calm, unsatisfied,
The iPad pinged with phantom me.
Into the reliquary deep,
The lei, half-broken, tied again—
A heavy sigh, but not of pain.
Into the reliquary deep,
The closet where all lost things sleep,
The lei, half-broken, tied again.
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Wow! Such a magical necklace you’re stringing here. I am loving your work this month.
thank you so much
Really cool form to this. Does it have a name? I don’t recognize it, but I certainly love how tied up in knots I am reading it.
thank you (does calling it “a virelei” get me thrown in poet prison?)
This really works! I think calling it a virelei works perfectly.
haha, thank you