
| Necklace Of Cicadas
Author: dancers A circle of the beauty of nature was always there, rotating like a halo, just above her head.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 335 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 04-02-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2342444
|
|
A+ A- |
Necklace Of Cicadas
I somehow ended up in the river
Broken, broken, deadly river.
Till it churned over its stomach and
Spat me on the land
Which I coupled up
With my waterfall heart,
Fragile Tumblings,
My small wicker sandals
And my woven neck
--
I carried a silver spoon
On a raw splitting string
And tapped it against
Steel silver drums
Washed up on the shore
--
Alone
I was wed to the rainforest
And had a child
Of sunny dappled wings
Called
Truth and Faith
The most important
Shining dewdrops
Wake up once again
--
Goddess of gold
And screaming blood orange
Fruits of nature
And mountains of clay
And breathing in
The epitome of all serenity
Completion in the form
Of a human being
With multicoloured robes
And holy parasols
Warpaint simplistic as flesh
Laid down on light
--
I slept on a twilight cloud
My pillow filled to the seams
With aromatic spices
And a basket dangling
From the edges
Overflowing
With water from the heavens
And I never spilled a single drop
Nor drank any
Because my mouth was cursed to be forever dry
And my joints were beginning to ache
--
Hummingbirds flew backwards
Over musical horizons
Of mythical blues
Butterflies were hunted
By copper springs
And they were
Gently and gradually
Replaced with woven
Dragonflies
Beaded together
Like crimson chimes
And strings of gemstones and glass that hung loosely
On my ankles and wrists
--
My skin was scrubbed with
Sewing needles
And morningtide
Whispered sweet taboo in my ears
Where delicate jewlels lay
Over green landmarks
And pottery-like proverbs
Were whisked away by phantoms
Because this is a dream
And I will save his country
--
So please
Charge into war
Screaming your battle cries
And as they encircle you
I will scream too
Because its almost like we forgot to live
Marry her today
And tomorrow I will wake up
To shattered golden windowpanes
And illness on my back
As I reach for the sirens
And skim the stones of the sea
|
||||||