Too Much Light

 

I wrapped myself in a wet bed sheet

feeling cold and warm altogether

the wind bites at water’s edge

I fell asleep arms and feet bound 

a clay giant slouching

nightmares run through my body

like a blue alcohol flame

freshly refined

 

the river stole my house

I found refuge between odds and ends

leaving the windmills at wind’s goodwill

to clear out clouds from the sky

at least at night

when stars are poking diadems

on virgin fronts

 

I’m swaying along with the sea

growing large inside stretching to the shores

a kingdom of wings and rocks

far from the world that unleashed me

I can’t fly I can’t petrify

tears sit still over my smile

they should have trimmed this ship’s sail

too much life got into light

embracing the wind completely

while ropes hurt

 

from my body a single night remained

crushed under midday’s cross

Reviews

[Helen Crutchett]

I am in awe of your talent Cristina. This was brilliant, what more can I say?

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

I am a little embarrassed...thanks for your appreciation :$

[Marie]

If the sheet can be a sail, we can all become ships and sailors.

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Happy to find you read this one Marie.