The First of Nine Loves: Poem I /REVISED
Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 12:55 pm
Revision:
She watches me intently.
“What are you doing”?
“I’m digging a grave, silly.” I said.
The sod is the color
of chewed chocolate and tobacco.
I bury him in the back cerebellum.
Ancient remembrances
Of imperfect gaits,
Gazelles painted on cave walls,
scripted in blood and carbon.
Fitting as he kept me off balance
since my youth.
Haurvatat wipes her hands on her apron
But they keep getting wet of their own accord.
These days fountains are spilling out of her.
“Do you think it will work?” she presses.
Hands blister.
Sand grits my teeth.
My face is set like flint.
With my shiny spade
I pat the ground
in happy triangles.
But his hand shoots out of the ground,
folds and then unfurls into a lotus.
“I told you”, she clucks.
“you will never be rid
of the old love”.
Original:
She watches me intently.
“What are you doing”?
“I’m digging a grave, silly.” I said.
The sod was the color
of chewed chocolate and tobacco.
I buried him in the back cerebellum.
Ancient remembrances
Of imperfect gaits,
Gazelles painted on cave walls,
scripted in blood and carbon.
Fitting as he kept me off balance
since my youth.
Haurvatat wiped her hands on her apron
But they kept getting wet of their own accord.
These days fountains were spilling out of her.
“Do you think it will work?” she pressed.
My face was set like biblical flint
Sand gritted my teeth,hands blistered.
Patted the ground in happy triangles
With my shiny spade.
As if a Frankenstein
in an thirties film reel,
his hand shot out of the ground,
flexed and folded into a fist.
“I told you”, she clucked.
“you will never be rid
of the old love”.
There are two more poems which link to this one--I had been writing them backwards and out of sequence. So the first one I posted was number three, then number two and now the beginning.
Poem 3:http://poetsgraves.co.uk/forum/viewtopi ... 3&p=52866&hilit=fire+pit#p52866
Poem 2: http://poetsgraves.co.uk/forum/viewtopi ... ing#p52770
Here are the links if you are interested. Also here is a link on who Hauvertat is http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haurvatat--she is part of the Zoroastrian religion as s state of perfection and acts as a guide throughout. How she wound up in these poems I have no idea as I was raised a good Methodist girl:)
She watches me intently.
“What are you doing”?
“I’m digging a grave, silly.” I said.
The sod is the color
of chewed chocolate and tobacco.
I bury him in the back cerebellum.
Ancient remembrances
Of imperfect gaits,
Gazelles painted on cave walls,
scripted in blood and carbon.
Fitting as he kept me off balance
since my youth.
Haurvatat wipes her hands on her apron
But they keep getting wet of their own accord.
These days fountains are spilling out of her.
“Do you think it will work?” she presses.
Hands blister.
Sand grits my teeth.
My face is set like flint.
With my shiny spade
I pat the ground
in happy triangles.
But his hand shoots out of the ground,
folds and then unfurls into a lotus.
“I told you”, she clucks.
“you will never be rid
of the old love”.
Original:
She watches me intently.
“What are you doing”?
“I’m digging a grave, silly.” I said.
The sod was the color
of chewed chocolate and tobacco.
I buried him in the back cerebellum.
Ancient remembrances
Of imperfect gaits,
Gazelles painted on cave walls,
scripted in blood and carbon.
Fitting as he kept me off balance
since my youth.
Haurvatat wiped her hands on her apron
But they kept getting wet of their own accord.
These days fountains were spilling out of her.
“Do you think it will work?” she pressed.
My face was set like biblical flint
Sand gritted my teeth,hands blistered.
Patted the ground in happy triangles
With my shiny spade.
As if a Frankenstein
in an thirties film reel,
his hand shot out of the ground,
flexed and folded into a fist.
“I told you”, she clucked.
“you will never be rid
of the old love”.
There are two more poems which link to this one--I had been writing them backwards and out of sequence. So the first one I posted was number three, then number two and now the beginning.
Poem 3:http://poetsgraves.co.uk/forum/viewtopi ... 3&p=52866&hilit=fire+pit#p52866
Poem 2: http://poetsgraves.co.uk/forum/viewtopi ... ing#p52770
Here are the links if you are interested. Also here is a link on who Hauvertat is http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haurvatat--she is part of the Zoroastrian religion as s state of perfection and acts as a guide throughout. How she wound up in these poems I have no idea as I was raised a good Methodist girl:)