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.

[Emily B]

I'm with Robin . . . exceeding awesome

[Robin]

awesome ...

[MuSe Ampoule]

How many times have I told you not to eat your past??? Geeze..leave you alone for a couple of days and not only are you eating Decembers but wearing bloody springs!!! Sheesh...can dress you up...but can't take you out to hang with the heathens.

This...was a great write! You have to know just how brilliant your images are...they shine like suns. Even with the dark images of wishing death to time gone by, you show a light of welcoming the newness that is spring..the rebirth of possibilities. Yes our pasts may hurt, may never go away, but we will never be able to consume them fully. This poignant piece shows the complexities of how our choices effect us.

That's my interpretation at least...if you argue with me I'll find you and dress you in pink frilly tutus...just for fun of course. ;)

[Nothing Personal]

The best spring poem I've ever read, with December goes away a major part of numbness and frigidity and there is a sense of loss and disappearance which won't be remembered again..as the new is hailed and welcomed in..Massive work

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

Another truly biting and brutally honest piece. The change and glimmers of hope with deep cynicism and a good dose of reality.