the shadows we follow
Your hand is heavy, Night, upon my brow
I am flushed with fever, pulse incessant of waves
submitting to shadows like headless wind
The moon is draped in blue ice glace
I am woman, prying open the clam
holding the key pearling the sky bloody red
Exhale the ghost's captive gazes
Exhale anguished lies
Inhale the lover's whispers, Night,
Inhale rain, sultry smoky notes
I turn over to you, these words
weld them into peridot
dark olive-green
My mask cannot hide me now
And I come unbidden, birthing
with mercuric heart-
Title, first line & words inspired by Nobel Prize Wole Soyinka's Night poem.
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - We are getting inspired by Wole Soyinka's poems and Poets United - Thanks for the visit ~
