Monday, January 28, 2013

The Hour

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.

Sunday Whirl words for Open Link Monday at Real Toads

19 comments:

Kim Nelson said...

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.

Timoteo said...

Butts and bells--that's intriguing. Best example of that would be the Liberty Bell, because it has a crack in it.

Fireblossom said...

"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.

Poet Laundry said...

Enjoyed the imagery and tone and the bit of history as well.

Laura said...

"I stack the scale,
but it's mist and straw to a stone

so vast
it breaks the back
it calls home." gorgeous writing!

Hannah said...

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!!

Kerry O'Connor said...

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.

Brian Miller said...

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

oldegg said...

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.

Mary said...

"And the bell of your hip
chimes the hour" -- my favorite phrase within your poem~

Marian said...

gosh the last two stanzas rather slay me. wow.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Like Mary, I especially love the repeated lines "and the bell of your hips chimes the hour." Beautiful.

Susie Clevenger said...

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!

Mixi said...

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 :)

miskmask said...

Vivid and rich with images. Lovely.

Kay L. Davies said...

Beautiful. Those ancient astronomers had wonderful names for the constellations.
K

my heart's love songs said...

the first verse is really powerful, MZ! and i love "the bell of your hips."

this is brilliant!

Margaret said...

dawn-skirted night. and of course, the bell of your hips line is genius.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

All I can do is echo what others have said: The image of "the bell of your hips" is awesome!

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