Right and reason have rubbed me raw.
I'm tattered, scattered, and sore.
Scared and unsure -
when curved as my questions,
the bell of your hips
chimes the hour
for me to edge into the dawn-skirted night.
Claws of the Scorpion are bright and open wide.
I stack the scale,
but it's mist and straw to a stone
so vast
it breaks the back
it calls home.
And the bell
of your hips
chimes the hour.
Note: In Babylonian astronomy, the scales of the constellation Libra were known as the Claws of the Scorpion.
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19 comments:
The dawn skirted sky is an amazing phrase. Well done. How serendipitous this poem is for me... at 5 a.m. I laid in bed and watched the orang-pink-blue dawn paint itself across the sky. Spectacular.
Butts and bells--that's intriguing. Best example of that would be the Liberty Bell, because it has a crack in it.
"I stack the scale,
but it's mist and straw to a stone"
Very descriptive image, but I think you better sneak a finger onto the scale.
Enjoyed the imagery and tone and the bit of history as well.
"I stack the scale,
but it's mist and straw to a stone
so vast
it breaks the back
it calls home." gorgeous writing!
Some great sound play in this and I love the note behind this...so neat...This:
"so vast
it breaks the back
it calls home."
I love that! Excellent, Mama Z!!
The refrain is gorgeous in sound and meaning.
Scorpio dominates the night sky here in winter, with Libra's claws clearly visible - I always look out for these two constellations and I love how you have woven them into your poem.
the bell of your hips
chimes the hour...ha wicked cool line that...
and the straw to stone line as well...very cool write mz
The "bell of your hips" certainly has caught our attention. However it is the allusion to a one night stand that grabs me and the need to get away in the line "but it's mist and straw to a stone." I loved it.
"And the bell of your hip
chimes the hour" -- my favorite phrase within your poem~
gosh the last two stanzas rather slay me. wow.
Like Mary, I especially love the repeated lines "and the bell of your hips chimes the hour." Beautiful.
when curved as my questions,
the bell of your hips
chimes the hour...my favorite line...what does life hold beyond one night? Beautiful poem!
I'm imagining someone herding cows in the night and contemplating the vastness of the universe :)
I love watching the winter night sky too, and Orion is my favourite constellation. Maybe the Hunter, the Scorpion and the Scales get together to see us through the winter :)
Vivid and rich with images. Lovely.
Beautiful. Those ancient astronomers had wonderful names for the constellations.
K
the first verse is really powerful, MZ! and i love "the bell of your hips."
this is brilliant!
♥
dawn-skirted night. and of course, the bell of your hips line is genius.
All I can do is echo what others have said: The image of "the bell of your hips" is awesome!
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