Tuesday, October 13, 2015

The Edges

these slant spaces
in our faces
scare the crows, my dear
bone grin edges
airing out the gut

of bloated midnight
and the corpse of cusp

leaving dead men
still staring at the sun.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

13 comments:

Fireblossom said...

Uni says, "Intriguing!"

Sylvia K said...

Intriguing it is indeed and no one says/writes it better!! Hope your week is off to a great start! Enjoy!

Kerry O'Connor said...

This reminds me of Jack-a-lanterns, scarecrows and other scary effigies just human enough to remind us of our own mortality.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Your October poems are leading us wonderfully - and spookily - towards Hallowe'en, my friend. I am enjoying them so much.

brudberg said...

I might get this into my nightmares tonight.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

WE have a bit of halloween stuff here, copied from USA, but not the pumpkin thing (our pumpkins have VERY tough skins). So until I read the comments, I thought this was a poem about ageing. Deliciously dark either way!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I don't know what it means, but it's damned fun to say aloud.

thotpurge said...

Not sure I got the meaning but the last lines present a vivid if scary image...

Susan said...

Thinking of jack-o-lanterns draws all the spooky images together, but I also enjoyed trying to figure out which slant spaces in our faces could chase away the crow lines ... haha.

Susie Clevenger said...

I think of scarecrows or carved pumpkins...Love it!

blueoran said...

What a sharp flint Octoberal. Keep 'em plunging.

hedgewitch said...

Love every black and haunted word--of course! It's the time when the dead stare back at us in the mirror, or wherever else they care to put themselves--really like this one, MZ.

Marian said...

Good lord, this brings to mind a whack book from my youth called Corporal Crow. I mean whack. I'd imagine that's not what you were thinking about, but if you were? :)