Eating December

Eating December

 

I’ve nearly finished eating December,

She’s tasted of frigid laughter and pain,

Icy memories slain and dismembered,

Now, I wear spring as a deep crimson stain.

 

Dizzy dream stomach turning like seasons,

Lick meaty seconds from hour-long bones.

Dance ‘round the Maypole with shady heathens,

Looking for numbness; half-drunk, wholly stoned.

 

I’ve nearly finished eating December,

Caught in the flashes of faces I’ve lost.

Bodies and spirits falling like timber;

Hard heavy wood for a hard-carried cross.

 

Moss pierced by flowers, dead brown returns green,

Corpse covered over with soil and bloom.

December sucked dry; flat, barren and clean,

Pretty white bones in a rose-feathered tomb.

 

I’ve nearly finished eating December,

I wallow in death like pigs at squalor.

Each tiny bite; one less to remember,

Each tiny sip, the burden gets smaller.

 

I’ve nearly finished eating December,

She’s tasted of frigid laughter and pain,

Icy memories slain and dismembered,

But, I can still feel her frost on my veins.

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

I wear Spring as a deep crimson stain... It really does not get better than that.
Just when I think my gluttony of your poetry must surely reach an end, you serve up another helping I cannot prevent myself from gulping down whole.

Oh hell... I love it.

[Moflo]

Yep this was absolutely fantastic. I love the theme of the poem, such fantastic metaphors I had to re-read it. Your imagery is fantastic as well, nice job.

[Maurice]

As usual, phenomenal write.

[freelancejouster]

"looking for numbness; half-drunk, wholly stoned." your use of rhyme for lumpy topics is so awkward that it's brilliant. to live life marred by the ice left by others... a curse disguised as a blessing.

[GrandDystopia]

Creepy as hell! I culd feel shiver done my spine reading this and that does not happen to me often, the whole cannibal thing i think you've got going in this really works.
Awesome!

[kickstart gal]

This is wholly creepy, but I like it. The poem's got a cannibalistic feel to it...the line "Lick meaty seconds from hour-long bones" is genius. Kind of made me want to throw up, but even through the vomitus I would be able to appreciate how clever that line is.

[KAREN]

I really like this! From start to finish this is a solid write!

[J.M]

This is pure genius - bizarre but spectacular. Your imagery is stupendous and your ideas will never cease to amaze and delight me. You are truly a magnificent writer!

[Amy Bumpas]

What a icy finish this was. I love your word usage on how
you describe different words, and how theyb wrap around
the mind and like to take control. You described December
very well...depressing sometimes, even with the upcoming
holidays, death, yes, death kills nature, but then all
is reborn again.

[Libby]

Perfection. :D

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

god, this one is amazing. it feels.. not medieval, or even celtic, but from that era of deep dark mystery.. its gorgeous and harrowing and will linger in my mind for some time..