The message is that I'm eating my body until I've worn away
from blunt gnawing
the cubic centimetres, leaving behind
a raw landscape with strings of muscle sticking out
and so sensitive as glass
caught between the
nail and its bed.
Against the howling breath of Winter,
around an autumnal fire in the middle of the cavern:
the Echoing expounds like
hands
on a drum
a story of Light that didn't have the courage
to reflect upwards through indigo currents,
buried beneath gallons of Ocean, alone
below rippling tortoise shells.
His gaze was fixed on the yawning black shadow until
over frosted crests
whisped a blue-eyed nymph
who didn't need
the escort of mist and magic: they sought to
follow her.















Comments
I especially adore the wavy way you arranged the lines.
the first line in the first verse is unzipped with a shivery-shrill-clanking sound, and it vacuumed my face one foot closer to the computer screen. That's the kind of stuff that ruffles my heart most.
*rereads*
Nevermind, I like the second verse better.. The ideas and the heart-spanking metaphors are perfect.
But personally, as a rhyme-person, I think it would flow better if you tweaked the last few lines in the 2nd verse to something like this ...
"a story of Light that didn't have the courage
to reflect upwards through indigo currents,
buried below thegallons of Ocean,
swathed inside
the lonely tortoise shells.
Since you have "indigo" in the second line, if you changed "beneath" to below -- then there would be a slight rhyme that unites the two lines. And it would make more sense if you placed the gallons of ocean INSide the tortoise shells, so the light wouldn't be below the gallons of ocean, which is also below the tortoise shells....
And the last verse, the idea is brilliant, but I think I just felt that such beautiful ideas and metaphors deserved a stronger ending.
The "they" you are referring to at the last line of the poem just kind of jumps out of nowhere. I think the way it just suddenly appears kind of interferes with the flow of the poem. I think you could just pick a different last line, or been a little bit more specific with who "they" is.
Overall, I really really loved the poem. thanks for directing me to it.
take my suggestions if you want...
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"like two mammoths tusk-locked in ernest sport at the edge of the advancing ice age, you were my mystery and i was your mystery and in time we discovered that mystery was our home."
-l.cohen
The second stanza was supposed to be talking about a heart beating in its cavity... did you get that out of it?
I never had any problems with the first stanza. It remained unchanged through the editing process. That didn't stand for the end of the second or the final stanza, however. I never really felt they were as good as they could be.
"They" is in reference to "mist and magic."
I will keep what you've said in mind, and start working on a third version. Thank you!
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