ago

for marsha, the sacristan.

 

 

 

Ago:

The sacredotal concept of

inclusion. Was it me, here,

earlier than the present time,

in love? Listing this fitful fellowship

with all the inflectional affixes

of first person entropy.

 

I adore your gown in the low toad

shadows. That ugly that stresses

adaptability,

secreting through your blue skin

 

some poisonous oils from the gland

I, no doubt, kissed. Were I to put

you in my pocket,

your frog soul cries out.

 

At bey is where I keep you now.

Behind the secret buildings. Nearer

to standing water and dirt heavens,

where you can leap in the self created

 

fish-hole of forgiveness.

Reviews

[Cory Barrett]

This one challenges me. I had to look up a few of the words. I feel like this poem is more like a maple tree than a box of sugar. It slowly seeps its worth into me by way of work. The first stanza alone has changed in meaning every time I read it. Thank you for the challenge.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i love the word, "affix"
every time i see it on an envelope.."affix stamp here" i smile...although it is usually on a bill, about the only things we mail anymore.

i like the feeling of friendship in this...the strong notion of keeping someone we love close to a place where they can leap into a safe place, where there can be forgiveness...as the frog becomes the princess...
nicely done...and just abstract enough for others to relate in their own way.

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this is very poetic poem if i can say. your words make think and imagine something very beautiful . i really like it . thank you