Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Nisse's Necklace

I drove home that morning
in which hour
the air was old and used
The stars and the night, left in my hair
taking the weight of Lucifer home, desperate to lose his smell

I do it so well
Where I lay down
they may live over and over again
I think of the trumpet pitchers
swaying tall in the wind, where the river pours into Hell

Luring by sight
a mask made of mud and mold
lungs filled with fever
a clear moon clinging invisible air, hanging from lights
This is where the devil holds on tight

The thoughts in the dark, murmuring deep
Rich in sand and slut and sleep
Empty eyes, lucid dreams, painted women
sprite and strumpet, staining what is white
This is the sight that asks nothing of life

I drove home, losing the night
minced clouds in my fingers
catching pieces of trailing sea
rubbing out the moment when I ate men
swelling their skin and setting cells free

33 comments:

  1. Your writing seems to become so graciously louder each week..the voice strong..the story mythic..epic..troubling and yet conquering..so many words and images leapt out for me..put together it is uniquely yours..magical..Jae

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    1. Jae, thank you for delving in and figuring out what is me. I love the connections in this blogger world that can become deep. Enjoy your week!

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    1. Hi Sandra, thanks for visiting again!

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  3. This poem is so filled with rich imagery that I almost feel that I have sat down to a feast and stuffed myself. Probably my favorite morsel (or entree) of all is this: "rubbing out the moment when I ate men." It is a sturdy line, filled with strength and vigor.

    http://magicalmysticalteacher.wordpress.com/2012/06/13/three-from-san-miguel/

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    1. I say yes to this!!! I feel that filling too!! This was intensely well-written. Wow.

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    2. Thanks Magical Teacher and Hannah! My head spins a little when I read it. :-)

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  4. This is deep, and somehow dark too, Lucifer, hell and the smell. Very vivid imagery all through this.

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  5. dang, intense and there are some hard emotions under the surface of it as well...and a struggle...

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  6. dear archna, your poem is an amazement in imagination and writing, i held my breath the first time i read her and
    on second reading rain filled me.

    love each line, each creative use of words, you made this
    a journey into the forest of the mind.

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    1. Thanks sweetie, for going there with me. :)

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  7. How beautifully erotic this piece can read as if the memory of the night before so wickedly sensual changed the way everything appeared to be.

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    1. I love the magic that you added...turning it into a fit of strangling love, perhaps...

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  8. What an opening stanza! I caught my breath and hoped for the best for the one who was desperate to lose the smell of a night with Lucifer. Whoa.

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    1. Yes, for those with a hell-bound heart, I hope for the best. Thanks for stopping by!

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  9. I have read this through twice now, and still get an overwhelming sense that you are writing about the 'Cruel Sea'; the power of water; its destructive sensuousness. I am probably way off base, but nevetheless I loved the poem for its sheer literacy.

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    1. Thanks Altonian, for reading so deeply! The current is definitely strange and forceful. Sometimes it takes us completely. :)

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  10. This is so beautiful. I especially love the third verse.

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  11. Brilliant this is. Took me couple of readings to understand it entirely.

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  12. Inspiring!! Your writing is effortless. I love the lines on the ocean... "catching pieces of trailing sea" :))

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    1. I love words that come from water. Thanks for reading!

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  13. Love these lines:

    "the air was old and used
    The stars and the night, left in my hair"

    "taking the weight of Lucifer home, desperate to lose his smell"

    "murmuring deep
    Rich in sand and slut and sleep" (Awesome sound here.)

    "minced clouds in my fingers"

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