The White WeedA Poem by QuiteOllieA poem about acceptance of identity and learning who you are.Can pearls grow in the body? I had a pearl that first sprouted in my skull, I felt it split when the shoots came out And began to tangle with my resisting being, Through bone it
travelled before it pushed through the marrow Into muscles and down my arms and legs, My blood turned elderberry And I hated every pulse it took to spread the
pearl further, The pearl that was at the back of my mouth, Balancing on my aching throat And editing my every mutter, I turned my tongue more than twice to cover the
sheen, And when the white hit my spleen it didn't show
because I'd learnt how To swallow back the passion the pearl now
inspired, And the desire. ~ The ever-whitening offshoots of the pearl started
to show beneath my skin, Bleaching my veins and creating new creases in the
folds of my hands, They clawed a path towards my pores and the hairs
on the backs of my arms, Strange how it never once hurt, But nature is nature and my skin became like
brilliant white stone, The pearl on my tongue itched, It sighed and begged for uninhibited display, One day it offered a blind trade and I took it, I placed the pearl on my tongue's end, It was empty now, The weed had taken root in the roof of my mouth, When cut, I bled chalk. ~ The white had won, But people saw the pearl and took it in their
palms One by one the pearl was lightly pressed to lips
and hearts And I saw it for the first time truly: A rock of the shade of the whites of my eyes, Birthed from my brain that I would see it as
natural, Not uncommon. ~ When kisses came regardless of context I took the pearl and put it to my own lips, To my own dreadful heart. And there it lies still, Safe at the centre of its intricate weavings, The pearl is mine, And I could have sworn it knew all along That it was intrinsically in my flesh Long before the symptoms showed © 2013 QuiteOllie |
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