Sheathed in light

Sheathed in light

A Poem by Eilis
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after Jericho Brown

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It was a thing of awe whether for deathless gods or mortal men to see: from its root grew a hundred blooms -Homeric Hymn 2 to Demeter



The many lights of suburban evenings
fall over asphalt like torn clothes.

The many lights of suburban evenings
spill into cul-de-sacs at half past 12.

The many lights of suburban evenings
fall between shadows on damp grasses

and expose the limp bodies of girls.
When I was a girl, I did more than

my share of drinking. In the light
on the faces of boys- the ones

who groomed so carefully under
the bright lights of suburban bath

room fixtures. White light pouring
over plans growing like mushrooms

in the dim corners of their minds. My
first time, was not a thing of beauty.

Well, not for me. I only remember waking
under the moon, with nothing but shame

to cover me. But maybe someone,
swaying drunk in a suburban midnight

doorway, looked out on the evening,
the way suburban light threw itself

on a distant naked form, peppered
with grass and dew, and felt a sense

of the elegance of the defenseless
shining through a blinding intoxication:

like the rape of Persephone. Her creamy
white skin glinting under the cold light

of a new spring sky. The silence of the white
sun swallowing her like a man’s cold outlines

© 2020 Eilis


Author's Note

Eilis
I’m still working on this, but interested in if it is confusing. I think it is, but I’m not 100% sure.

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You drank more than your share, became shattered in the glass of youth, its poisonous truth. Life demands a poetic voice and a poetic view. It's the one truly refined way to paint such moments with grace, to take the shards and paint prisms of light. The line breaks for me are interesting. I'm so disciplined with form that this seems unusual for me. It's actually a good way to create the jagged edges of the experience. Well penned.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

5 Years Ago

Thanks, Linda. For me, enjambment is important in poems like this, for the exact reason you said. I .. read more



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I used to always say that it wasn't the many years of my dad raping me that messed me up the most . . . it was how I went on to rape myself for many more years by continually making self-punishing choices, where sex was concerned. This poem paints one picture of how ugly that can look & feel. I honestly can't add a single thought to your word painting, it's so sadly painfully vivid. Some day I will find the courage to paint my own picture of how ugly this looked & felt for me, too! Great inspiration! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

4 Years Ago

Thank you, Margie. It wasn't a poem that was easy to articulate. It took me many years and many atte.. read more
Ellis,

Having read a number of your offering, this is the first I've felt compelled to comment on, not that the rest were less than palpable … this one just hit the tender marrow of my core.
Perhaps, it's my general love and gentle nature toward the fairer sex that hurt me so when reading this, hoping, wishing, all the time that it's fantasy, a fabrication in creative insight … knowing all the while it isn't.
Being drawn by your every line into the moment under your skin I sensed, even felt, the impact of sorrow, regret, the stunned realization and wish I could have taken it back for you … undid it to be saved for the more loving tenderness I'd have had it be for you, and I welled-up. Left in the grip of empathetically compassionate sadness … ya ever wish you could protect someone?
I may be completely misaligned here, as I know I'm terrible at interpretation, and am so simple and literal-minded, the least bit of ambiguity can throw me off. I hope that's not you I hear snickering at me for my fumblings, but I don't perceive it as confusing … if anything, all too comprehensibly painful. If this is true, I pray it gifted a great feeling of finality and comfort in its release.

Anyway, there are some technical aspects I want to mention, too: I find your metaphor brilliant and original, your imagery vividly real to my senses, syntactic flow envious, but emotional impact and verisimilitude the most compelling and irresistibly spellbinding. Your line-breaks and enjambments read rather awkwardly, but this seems to (somewhat) be your style; plus, it did add a sense of appropriate-feeling disquiet to the ambient mood.

Gorgeous Free Verse work, Ellis, I am humbled to have shared … thank You! ⁓ Richard 🍃

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

4 Years Ago

Hi, Richard. It's lovely to meet you. Thank you for such a kind and empathetic comment on my work. <.. read more
Richard&#128396;

4 Years Ago

I'm a proud and happy fan! ; )
An interesting look at regret, shame and anger . . . great images come forth clearly . . . . bringing Persephone into the picture at the end is clever. The use of the word 'light' is interesting . . . it holds meaning . . . exposure for sure, perhaps revelation, and the persistence of truth which cannot be hidden. Nice work.
T

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

5 Years Ago

Thank you, Tom. I think revelation is a great word for how this felt to write. It is an enlightening.. read more
i don't find it confusing...but i grew up in a suburban type town...with the drinking, the lights shining on the cul-de-sacs, mostly just the moon lighting our way on lover's lane...or by the short walls upon which we would have our teen age touching.
and as young Catholic boys we would date young Catholic girls, who wanted often what we did...but both sides too afraid to go for it....and if it finally happened...all that Catholic guilt...
and yet i am sure there were those who thought...finally....those kids.
the many lights...and the one light that as a poet you shine here on something so many of us experienced but may be too shy or embarrassed to admit.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

5 Years Ago

Hi, Jacob. Thank you for sharing your experiences and impressions with me. Your ideas are very helpf.. read more
For me this feels more nostalgic than anything else. At least parts of it. I see late night scenes from my childhood, out in the cold and dark and getting into all manner of trouble.

I know that's not what you were going for, and it might even seem insensitive as a review. That's just what I feel reading the words.

As to the question of whether or not it's confusing, I don't know. Do we mean the subject matter? It seems to be about the rape of a girl at the hands of multiple boys, who were perhaps her friends, one drunken evening in the suburbs.

The parts where that seems explicit are dark and I feel them that way, but there is an odd quality of nostalgia to the whole thing that just makes me think of fonder memories.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

5 Years Ago

Hi, Christoph. I didn’t feel your stating that was insensitive in any way. It’s partly the point.. read more
I really enjoyed the descriptions of the lines you wrote. They were great!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Eilis

5 Years Ago

Thank you, JungLee!
There are many striking images here to savour here, Eilis. They feel very fresh and original. I especially enjoyed "pouring over plans growing like mushrooms in the dim corners of their minds", "nothing but shame to cover me" and "the elegance of the defenseless." I don't think the inwards sense of "riddled" works for grass and dew which are on the outside. For me all works well and makes complete sense till I come to "like a man’s cold outlines born in the heat that his own brand of sun and stars throws to the bitter-dark ground." It's a long phrase, perhaps overlong, and the complex image is hard to envisage/decipher. I think you could stop at 'cold outlines." Oh, another point, the title you use the same words in the poem. A shorter title "Covered by light", etc....might be better. G

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

5 Years Ago

Thanks very much for this constructive review, Gerald. I kind of knew the last lines were my stickin.. read more
The lulling tone of this in contrast to the content makes the subject all the more stark as does the structure it gives a bearing but then pulls the rug out from under you! Enough of the mechanics tho cause it feels wrong to even talk of them when the subject is so much more important... I want to say to that girl that the shame is not hers. That the broken record repeat of degradation that mulls its tune is a weak gutless coward that clings to the walls of the wretched and prostrates at the first glimpse of expose. Unable to shroud the true beauty that is you. that is what I wanted to say to that girl

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

5 Years Ago

Thank you for this, Robert. This is a very compassionate thing to say. You’ve actually made me cry.. read more
powerful and dark and touching, to bring such delicate poetry to such a bad scene, you have my total respect for rising above,

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

5 Years Ago

Thanks, Gram. That’s a very nice comment. I always feel like delicacy makes a thing punch harder. .. read more
My earlier memory of boys, is not so much carefully planned grooming, more careless and haven't got a clue fumbling.

I emptied many a glass in my time, but was fortunate enough never to slip into the shadows of a suburban midnight.

This is a very powerful and moving poem.

Beccy.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

5 Years Ago

Thank you, Beccy. Boys were kind of a mixed bag as I remember. Some very careful in how they present.. read more

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