04-07-2016, 12:42 AM
The Incantation
It happened in my grandmother's loft.
I don't recall
why I stayed there that night,
though she was
like a cave to which I'd crawl,
her beige carpets,
her hotel-lobby portraits
(of couples dining on the promenade,
and watering-cans
overflowing with flowers),
and that small, warm loft,
a place apart from time and space,
as my teenage self understood those concepts.
I must admit: it wasn't really the first time
I'd picked up a book of poems and read it,
but in hindsight it feels like it was.
The poem I remember reading
was about a lone woman walking through a garden
as the sun filleted her, her arms outstretched
like a religious ascetic's, the light becoming her.
The light became me, and I floated
slightly above the bed,
trembling in the dooryard
of a strange old world.
@just mercedes - This poem was very sensual and rhythmic, and kind of stream-of-consciousness. I envy your ability to cut and establish flow like that!
@Achebe - This poem was hilarious
As soon as you started using "like" in that context, I was like, "okay, I love this".
@billy - I should not be as turned on by this poem as I am... Srsly, tho, you apologise for it, but it's actually got a strong flow and voice.
@Teagan - Another really funny one! I read these poems aloud, and when I got to the cheese line I had to stop to laugh
It happened in my grandmother's loft.
I don't recall
why I stayed there that night,
though she was
like a cave to which I'd crawl,
her beige carpets,
her hotel-lobby portraits
(of couples dining on the promenade,
and watering-cans
overflowing with flowers),
and that small, warm loft,
a place apart from time and space,
as my teenage self understood those concepts.
I must admit: it wasn't really the first time
I'd picked up a book of poems and read it,
but in hindsight it feels like it was.
The poem I remember reading
was about a lone woman walking through a garden
as the sun filleted her, her arms outstretched
like a religious ascetic's, the light becoming her.
The light became me, and I floated
slightly above the bed,
trembling in the dooryard
of a strange old world.
@just mercedes - This poem was very sensual and rhythmic, and kind of stream-of-consciousness. I envy your ability to cut and establish flow like that!
@Achebe - This poem was hilarious
As soon as you started using "like" in that context, I was like, "okay, I love this".@billy - I should not be as turned on by this poem as I am... Srsly, tho, you apologise for it, but it's actually got a strong flow and voice.
@Teagan - Another really funny one! I read these poems aloud, and when I got to the cheese line I had to stop to laugh
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe