In The Garden Of Her Bones~

I know I can go back

I simply know it

because . . . .

 

my skin remembers the stroke of midnights

on a path filled with well dressed roses

and poppy gourds shaking blue dust on the inside of their cheeks

coloring my iris with every blink of my many eyes

 

my ribs remember the texture of juniper bushes

in a cross brush on crawling knees

through the brambles to the cedar door

with brass latches

 

I had found the key tucked under my voice box

one night, in notes my windpipe wept in striations

against the tapestry of wild men

embroidered through a stone hall

 

I had followed the piano keys floating with pollen seeds

across an indigo sky, to the forgotten door

where my key bent tiny particles inside metal

and unhinged another world, another time

 

I know I can go back

I simply know it

because . . . .

 

my palms remember the marble skin of Boy

the glass transparency of his eyes

how he lay there wound in vines

in a coffin of violets, wearing a masculine version of my face

 

my hips remember the strong hands of my personal Pan

bent into my shoulders, his lute echoing off the bone walls of the garden

as he coaxed my tragedy of being alive another day

from between my floating ribs

 

I had found Pan years before, sewn into the leather spine of an old book

he had come loose with little coaxing of my marmalade fingertips

licking every drop from my aristocratic nails

following me back into my canopy of silks where he became a part of my frame

 

I know I can go back

backward with a song

a key

a boy tucked tightly in the nest of my sacral nerves

because I have never truly left the secrets of my garden

and Pan tells me that

to go forward

one must always go back

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Author's Note

for Kerry's Sunday Challenge #4 (The secret Garden)
http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/KERRY%27S-Sunday-Challenge-%234/13943/

Reviews

[Robin]

there are places , places of magic , places of healing , places of memories , and through your words , you guide us through this place of amazement , following the music of the curious heart , in wide-eyed wonder across this lush expanse , unveiling the secrets of this special garden ~

[Kenneth The Poet]

Wow.

[kmartell]

never i would never (blanching white) enter any womans garden, roses noses nooses or night...

but it feels that way when we read ms AKA's poetry

it is personal.
not over the edge but all sensors are watching mood indicators and lights flash when the eye peruses

this poetry

and you like it you like it the way wall street likes six figures or the turtle perhaps likes its shell you tend to go back and forth that way

from exuberance to wanting to crawl back all the while keeping an abiscus (one of those middle eastern counting things) near you so you can after you get done reading you can

find whats left and put it all back together, oh that is an exageration of course but you get the picture. bye from k martell

[Andreisfree]

exquisite poem, each re-read reveals new layers...

[Lachenille Papillion]

You hit the mark of this challenge not with the weaving of a grand poem, but with the expression of a memory... sigh~ the original mustard seed...

[paul]

the way in which you write and its uniqueness is mindboggling (in the best possible way)
your lines contain surprise after surprise

[SpokenWord]

I have missed your pens gaze into the abstract of life as you tell lessons taught for many moons it is your ink that reminds us of things we once knew. We all have that secret garden I call mine "my truth" it is a place I get to venture too whenever I want. So much to be said about moving forward by going backwards as I always have to pick up the pieces I left behind in the past in order to fulfill my future.

[Poeticadia]

Oh, so wonderfully wrought, and so sensate in its every twist and turn as it transcends the limitations that time imposes on memory and dips right in to the tapestry of what once was and has been - those first startling discoveries within a secret garden that remain for a lifetime.

[kdpgrahi]

Very beautiful, wonderfully written. The poetic feeling is vivid and clear. I love the poem and will recommend.