I wanted my first appearance at Poetry Thrusday to be with a poem that followed the prompt (brilliantly, of course!) but . . . the muse kept handing me balls of fire.
Burn
He could have cracked
through the island of his mind -
he finally understood:
it's not just that everything
she touches burns,
but she burns to touch -
to let her fingers hunt
past his lust
to find his thirst.
But his skin is pale
from sensible fluorescent light-
his feet stalled over
all his points of departure -
his eyes sensitive to flare.
So he hunkers down
under the cover of indifference -
avoids the sparks of her hands-
slams the door of his psyche
against the back draft.
He could have cracked
through the island of his mind-
but he didn't understand
the fertility of ash.
13 comments:
This is very nice. I particularly liked "So he hunkers down
under the cover of indifference -"
My PT is up.
Hi,
Thanks for the cyber hug! I really liked your poem, "Burn". The last two lines got me especially. Glad the Muse was fiery!
I also liked "so he hunkers down under the cover of indifference" and the "sensible floursescen light" I wasn't up to taking on the prompt this week either!
Beautiful imagery, speaking to resistance and rebirth.
i like this...especially,
"to let her fingers hunt
past his lust
to find his thirst"
really nice!
I love and felt the passion in this poem. Well done.
P.S. If you thought you might like to be a zoologist, maybe you could volunteer at an animal shelter? Thanks for your comment.
Beautiful and wonderful poem. I enjoyed reading it.
'So he hunkers down under the cover of indifference'
Very good.
Yvonne
I particularly liked his feet stalled over all his departures. Good poem.
Nice poem. Welcome to PT--hope we see more of you.
Welcome to the PT party!
I admire the same lines as Belle--all those simple monosyllabic words cutting to the chase. Wonderful.
Looking forward to reading more of your work . . . .
A very bright PT debut, Kimberly!
I particularly like these lines...
"he slams the door of his psyche
against the back draft"
Really good use of fire imagery, throughout the poem, as well.
I'm glad the muse wasn't to be ignored - a powerful poem has been the result.
"it's not just that everything
she touches burns,
but she burns to touch -"
I love this phrase especially. It says so much, so beautifully, but the whole poem is fiery and intense.
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