september

the inevitable heartache

September was nonexistent
Mixing smoke with mist and the brittle shells of swept away eggs.
This we ground into a powder, mixing it with drops of vegetable oil and egg,
Whipping it into a frenzied alabaster paste
Which I scooped up with my fingers
And spread over the wall
Tracing patterns of longing
And leaving them to dry and form stiff peaks
Neolithic answers to questions not yet posed
I made intent in this action
Defining myself in new forms,
Serpentine
Irregular
Brittle
But to your eyes only indestructible.

Reviews

[mirabella]

Lovely and memorably evocative of change and freedom, i think. :)
As per usual, wonderful imagery! I'm beginning to see your brilliant talent in that area! Lovely poem.