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

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

copyright:2011vssmd/amusemusepress

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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 ~

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Each time I read a piece of yours my head is hung in shame at my own attempts.....this is wonderful!

[FireWoman]

This evokes the "what ifs" in my thought process. The only good I can see in Pan is the last two lines. Your introspective stroll through your life will hopefully help heal the ones that echo your stories.

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

Absolutely stunning! You painted the picture perfectly, taking us along your journey within the garden. Such details and textures added, beautiful!

[OT]

wow!!! too good - this is one of my all-time favourites from you! Kerry will adore it too! if you don't win something I'll riot LOL!! bravo Seleney!!

[Emily Filkins]

i loved this
very good visualry
made my morning a little brighter, thank you:)
100/100

[Emily B]

to go forward
one must always go back

these were exactly the words I needed today

[Ed Hart]

your heart is such a wonderfully comfortable place

[Lilly Negoi]

ahhhh, this is for Kerry and i LOVE IT!!! not because it's for Kerry, but because this is you and in the same time so much more...but then again, you are so much more than you...