Friday, June 12, 2015

Hole In The Mountain

A girl can dream in this dark, dry womb or die
husk in a husk.  The rush
of day / night is tempered here
to a brush

of wings, a scurry
of small things, a sticky web
in the wind. I just came in
to get out

of the weather,
but I stayed
when the sky grew kind.
A girl can find

her own bones
in this heart hewn tomb
and die
to herself
inside.

A quickie for Corey at Real Toads

15 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Ah, this one hurts -- but still beautiful! Have a lovely weekend, MZ!!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

A wonderful piece.. with a touch of melancholy..!

Fireblossom said...

But why would she want to?

De said...

I simply love this:
"I just came in
to get out

of the weather,
but I stayed
when the sky grew kind."

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I recognize this journey. I, too, love "I stayed when the sky grew kind"......generally, after the dying to oneself, there is a great beating of wings, a rising, and a wheeling turn across the sky. Trust me, I know these things.

Orchis said...

"I just came in
to get out"

"but I stayed
when the sky grew kind.
A girl can find

her own bones"

"and die
to herself
inside"

Beautiful writing. Very sensual. You make it sound like it could be a fine thing for a woman to feel alone for the rest of her life.

Gail said...

I like to touch of dark and self discovery.

Outlawyer said...

Ah. I thought of Aida here--very sad really. And real. Thanks. k.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Your words put me there.

brudberg said...

Maybe once in the world outside seems worse than life outside. Going in is crossing a border.

blueoran said...

Caves are an instinctual place, womb and tomb, shelter and ward: death and dream harrow and hallow its bone stones ... anyhoo, the scat-rhyme rhythm give it a girly feel, pre-pubescent maybe, innocently discovering this unnamable place ("hole in the mountain," indeed). Something encountered that long ago.

hedgewitch said...

This seems to get to the heart of fear, to me--the claustrophobia of perpetual, dark enclosure, a womb where nothing gives birth, or what birth is given is of something frightening/dead. You've worked the metaphor like a well-oiled machine here, sliding us into darkness.

Marian said...

Yes, yes, choosing it once the threat has passed. Got it.

angieinspired said...

I love your sentiments! "I just came in to get out" Always a power-packed narrow spine you give us. Thanks!

Herotomost said...

Painful, but spoken in that as a matter of fact tone that is the one true strength of a woman I think. Not sure why this line of thinking has been so prevalent but it has been. Relay gret writing MZ. Really good.