feel my love

written for Sunday Muse (image below)

while war barks its bitter feud 
I am here
a floating form caught 
between triangles of wind 

space is but a skirt of dizzy air

I have a frame
white bones & dents of iron
rigid as a military spine

imagine a fall, my limbs exacting
a buttered pirouette
through tall Parisian air

a flap, a bleeding tartan sail
spread lightly with morning’s shadows
both brightened & forsook

& this is how I’d scream
the arc of it
ribbed to bridge the world

oh that my death
could transfix sunlight 
into solid cones

that in some blood fouled nest
lonely soldiers among hornets' terrible grit

might feel my love
towers of resplendent heart
the bracing warmth of giants

16 thoughts on “feel my love

  1. So many fascinating phrases, but perhaps the one that caught me was “buttered pirouette through tall Parisian air”. Glad that you left the image to the end, as it was quite surprise after reading your ekphrasis.

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  2. “a floating form caught between triangles of wind”. Beautiful Worms, just beautiful. You’ve some wonderful and vivid imagery in this piece! πŸ‘ŒπŸ‘ŒπŸ˜πŸ˜β€οΈβ€οΈ

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