Thursday 1 March 2012

THE STOVE BELOW

I’ve been burnt here
and not for the last hour
the proportioned figure
ambles past my lust

Here it is happening
but no, she doesn’t heed
what hurts when the pride
does swallow the lower fire
and spits out the prickles

Brittle as her flaxen bones
too tiny for a whole soul
to cling to or to reject whole

No gods to protect
the healing process
of you belly-harm that
skin will compensate

Hoping he’ll never
ask or notice as
my concern must
rule singular

I ask for mollification
for my spleen that burnt bases
so I can repair the rotten riven
like so many never did before

Should’ve somehow known
to have commissioned the courts
but I was six-years old at the time

Burnt on your stove
thinly-veiled, below
beneath the comfort
and the warmth, home

My insularity vocalised
as my biceps sprung
and condensed my heart
to lax and unloaded air

But you’re so slow
to witness your
own moves and motives
it’s no longer repetition
for you or for your killers

10 comments:

  1. This sounds like a fire that still burns you.

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  2. She ? He ? They ? We ? Us ? Who is at fault, my friend ?

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  3. I like the way your words play with each other, even during this difficult poem. Thanks.

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  4. this read as the fire was transferred under one's skin..

    Happy gardening!
    http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2012/03/04/novitiate/

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  5. I can feel the fire burning and smoking in your words ~

    Enjoyed this ~

    http://a-sweetlust.blogspot.com/2012/03/numbed.html

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  6. 'too tiny for a whole soul' - YES


    'Should’ve somehow known
    to have commissioned the courts
    but I was six-years old at the time' - BRILL-YUNT

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  7. Powerful!I could feel the heat and anger in your words~ Well Done

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  8. reminds me of a famous line...the mind is in its own place and can make a heaven or hell. powerful lines that take the reader into a complicated journey.rewards multiple reading.

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  9. ambles past my lust...perfect!

    Cheers,

    Mark Butkus

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  10. insence! truly loved it!

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