the days blur in sulfur
time is raging sky of crimson & smoke
and come nights
your eyes are teacups of insomnia
the intensity of your secrets eat you
your dreadful premonitions wither you
as if all your life events
are open book somersaulting in street corner
bring the watcher
he is a guardian riding on swallow's wings
he hands over the
key of the moon to
you
& you
are hallowed in silence,
made of candlelight
& cosmic heartbeats
catching feverish dream of cathedrals afloat in the universe
Posted for dVerse Poetics: Let Your Words Be Your Paintbrush, hosted by Lillian. We are writing about the work of artist C. Welz-Stein. Join us when the pub door opens at 3pm. Thank you.
Oh I love this version... I think I would need the key to the moon some nights as well... day problems are gravity.
ReplyDeleteThis is quite beautiful, Grace. The closing stanzas are amazing and evocative, especially with these lines:
ReplyDelete"You
are hallowed in silence,
made of candlelight
& cosmic heartbeats
catching feverish dream of cathedrals afloat in the universe"
It's captivating and surreal. Beautifully penned and as well exquisite.
I love this poem of secrets, Grace, the use of colour in the first stanza, and the line: ‘the intensity of your secrets eats you’. I also love the lines:
ReplyDelete‘& you
are hallowed in silence,
made of candlelight
& cosmic heartbeats’.
This is absolutely gorgeous in its use of language and imagery, Grace!❤️ The moon is without a doubt the keeper of secrets.
ReplyDeleteThe first stanza is jaw dropping to me. Having visited some hot sulphur springs in Iceland, of all places, I remember the fumes and the steam that actually do blur your vision....and then the use of the word crimson which, in my mind, so equates with raging. And teacup eyes for insomnia. Oh yes....secrets kept can be disturbing...seeking the keys to the moon --- where perhaps we can lock our secrets away??? Or are there more secrets there that will come tumbling out?
ReplyDeleteThe somersaulting line is also so vivid for me.
Your use of language is always so vivid! Really like this as it relates to the artwork!
..."made of candlelight and cosmic heartbeats" my favorite of all the beautiful phrases here!
ReplyDeleteI like the surreal feel to this, especially that last line that for some reason I only noticed the third reading of this poem.
ReplyDeleteSo many beautiful lines in this, Grace! "The days blur in sulfur" sets the tone. "Teacups of insomnia" "life events... somersaulting on a street corner" and that ending line.
ReplyDeleteyour eyes are teacups of insomnia
ReplyDeleteoh, yes!
Oh yeah; the teacup eyes and the cannibalistic secrets...everything in this piece rocks, Grace.
ReplyDeleteThis seems dark and edgy. I wonder what we would find if the moon was unlocked
ReplyDeletebring the watcher
he is a guardian riding on swallow's wings
I really love your ending...
ReplyDeleteyou
are hallowed in silence,
made of candlelight
& cosmic heartbeats
This is great... silence made of candle light!!
I love teacups of insomnia. I can relate.
ReplyDeleteA stunning piece and I especially enjoyed your last stanza. I feel cosmic heartbeats give a feeling of hope.
ReplyDeleteIt seems like 'the watcher' brings some much-needed respite to a tortured soul. I love the description 'your eyes are teacups of insomnia.'
ReplyDeleteEyes that are "teacups of insomnia" - what a great description. Mine have been like that all night. Smiles. I love the guardian riding on swallow's wings, and your closing lines are perfect.
ReplyDeleteAs surreal and beautiful as the picture! Loved every line!
ReplyDeletebring the watcher
ReplyDeletehe is a guardian riding on swallow's wings
Really like this image Grace, and naming him the watcher.
There's a dreamy feel to this, as befits the artwork. You capture the burden of being the keeper of secrets, and the magic, as well.
ReplyDeleteA dream guardian! We all need one of those.
ReplyDeleteWonderful wordsmithing, Grace. Your poetic vision is as surreal as the painting.
ReplyDeleteI love the transition from insomnia to a state of wonder, if not repose. Well done!
ReplyDeleteMissed your posts Grace...happy to find you again here
ReplyDeletebring the watcher
ReplyDeletehe is a guardian riding on swallow's wings
he hands over the key of the moon to you
There is an element of a guardian angel watching over us in our moments of despair to offer blessings, so it appears, Grace!
Hank