The Dragon of Snowy Lake

I am struggling over white lined mountains 

Then this 

A nuclear syllable

Her tracks of Mediterranean childhood race past mine

Bridge-side sleepy tenement rinds 

Peeling-

Chip by chip 

Falling into my glassy 

Hands. Her painful stains are creeping with every sip like teenage memories by the reservoir

Her light verbena scent fills my fields with country

A wave crested Caribbean, salty 

Over nude winter's hip

Natives bourgeoned in hemorrhaging anchor lust

 

O! That I should go to her

Be atoned

Sip thick from black jarred beans of coffee cups

A moth of junky lemonade porch school

Consumed inside the Enemy's flag of white walls

Releasing my carbonation misery 

I admit

Her black blades are more than mere acid spills

Today, 

in coronal seeds they are fingers.

The Finial Vines de Italia

 …. Plunging down the wickeder lines of syringe opiate heaven

 

I think of her winged

Arcadian

I think of her as a child stalks the high tree limbs 

Their tangled promises of wild cutting climbs 

Flights and mangled bones,

The open veins of failure

Wondrous,

Altering falls-

Curtains of leaf dolls staring out from my mind

 

Here I am worse than Grendel

Here-

She sails beyond cheekbones and elegant eves praying for me to

Come, 

To be cricketed and warm 

Rusty on some Arlington porch that must hold 

Her laughter

That must bring down glaciers

Melting over sips of vintage highs

 

And in that Lake her lips are reptilian

Whispering toward a valley uncertain,

 “Fall.”.

 

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

The depths of this piece are phenomenal. Drips of emotion seeping through the pores of each word, felt to the bone Hawk...
Magnificent

[Alisa Js]

Just stopping by to view your edits...

...and, yes! this one still feels like a dream coming from a long way before...

maybe it's due to the elements that to me read like a memory, maybe it's the word choices... who knows?

only the shadow knows for sure!

;-)

and sometimes, he lies!

CAtch up soon.

alisa ;-)

[Perdition]

Well the essential element is still there and now the idea is to keep the voice and flow alive....She deserves it. A poet's poet if you will. And why does it sound as if there is some form of demon in the shadow of this shadow's review??? I LOVE THEM!! Thanks A..Love your honesty. I will come by soon as well to read your new ones. I broke me bloody foot again so getting up tto the King's lair is kinda tough these days. Hope to catch up soon as well....been too long~

[Alisa Js]

p.s. You most definitely have your own style which is fabulous...

... extremely so.

Wishing you a great weekend...

alisa ;-)

[Perdition]

Many thanks and to you as well..May the madness haunt you well as it has I :)

[Alisa Js]

Aloha to you from a very long way~~~

The words you have penned here sound to me like a dream, meaning they have the sense of flowing at the speed of a very long dream from very far away...

... rising again to the surface after a very long time.

Don't know why they struck me like that, a lot of your work feels to be in the present, but the energy of this one is quite different.

Still stellar, though!!!! as always...as you are.

Catch up soon,

alisa ;-)

[Perdition]

Not done yet..lol