HoneyStung

HoneyStung

A Poem by Bubo
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For Pete. A follow up to The Love Divide.

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It was just a little prick

and you let yourself in

and I

honeystung

mistook it for love

of the soul kind

blind

but I took what you gave

flesh, blame and pain.


In your consumption

you broke my bones

evoked long dead ghosts

and made me your home.

I shed bruised skin

and donned another one


but could never fathom why

the flowers still died.


And the years crept by

and the love didn't quite

meet your beautiful eyes.

They came and went

the girls with the curls in

the middle of their forehead.

And the love divide

became wide as the 1000th

sun chased the moon

across the sky, while

crevices in my skin wept

but my eyes remained dry


Folded in your paper origami

I moved my hips for you

yet blood red womb

remained silent,

hot rum flooded my veins

and I sang lullabies anyway

inside the house that

fell from the dark sky.


Smoke and mirrors, Chinese whispers

I'm not oblivious to

the chant of those

who fold me in warm arms,

binding masks, hidden battle scars,

while the storybook

is narrated by only one


But I, your paper origami, is still

breathing with life.


© 2016 Bubo


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A highly emotive poem. Quite sad, to say the least, but highly poetic! Very expressive and full of inventive imagery!

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Bubo

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much for stopping by.
Smoke and mirrors, Chinese whispers
I'm not oblivious to
the chant of those
who fold me in warm arms,
binding masks, hidden battle scars,

I SO LOVE this part, this is awesome, you have talent

Posted 3 Years Ago


I have not been around in months...years

but I was glad to read this on my visit back.

this is excellent

Posted 5 Years Ago


I notice you wrote this piece @ 2016 and gather from the latest review the situation has yet to be concluded. Your painful write seems almost a premonition and sadly foreboding, which unfortunately has unfolded. Still, within the stanzas of your brave poem is a message of self survival and strength - a positive oasis in a desert of bruised emotions. I applaud you for your brave share and tenacity to carry on writing/fighting - bless you my friend :-)

Posted 6 Years Ago


Damn!!! This is a heartwrencher!!! What a great title and that first stanza is amazing and the honeystung analogy is sooooo good. Relationships should not consume...at least not in this way and its sad when they do. A great look at the damage the pursuit of love can bring. Great writing girl, sorry you year has not been good as you mentioned below, here is to better horizons!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Bubo

6 Years Ago

Thank you so much for reading - sadly the situation is not concluded. And I have no idea what I'm do.. read more
Crowley

6 Years Ago

We never do. and there is not great advice than can be given. You have to remember yourself and be a.. read more
Bubo

6 Years Ago

Thank you dear one x
The raw bloody honesty of this post is undeniably based on truth, not a fantasy conjured up to elicit sympathy. How can thes words come from someone who isn't fully aware of the pain?

'Folded in your paper origami ~ I moved my hips for you ~ yet blood red womb ~ remained silent, ~ hot rum flooded my veins ~ and I sang lullabies anyway ~ inside the house that ~ fell from the dark sky.'

Your final references and sense of hope are so very vital and for sure,' breathing with life.. '
My lovely, near lost friend.. your writing touches thought itself. Emma

Posted 6 Years Ago


Bubo

6 Years Ago

My sweet friend - it's been a painful year. How apt I wrote this before he cheated on me.
emmajoy

6 Years Ago

(((((((((((((((((((((((( Dear YOU )))))))))))))))))))))))))))

Please email me or com.. read more
This is so inspiring and charming poem with some fresh expression and taste!!!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Very sad read. When love doesn't reach you nes eyes and children are wanted but never created.

Posted 7 Years Ago


When I read this I thought of you writing it (possibly a pen on paper sculpturing your origami prose?) This is very clever and I'm very surprised more people have not left a review expressing their thoughts. The poem cries in darkness yet also inspires as it stands with strength and power refusing to lie down defeated.

Posted 7 Years Ago


This reminded me of a quote by the late Marilyn Monroe who said, "I feel like a paper dragon in a Chinese New Years parade sometimes; all colorful and pretty on the outside and empty on the inside." Very sad read of false love offered in return for the real deal. Your talent shines bright as always.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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