Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Create me

Touch the sky to my arm
raise the fine hairs
to the electricity of the beating
somewhere there are drums to follow
beats to bear
a path to take us there.

Touch the path with Windigo
and there he lies
solid and cold
no breath in his skin
those antlers have driven out the parts
that made the within.

Don't look behind you
you might find a sorrow
you missed the first time somehow
where silence meets the lightning
and no grass grows.

6 Comments:

Blogger Inconsequential said...

Thankyou for the visit :)

gosh, three blogs....greedy :)

shall endeavor to return and have a jolly good read.

decided to comment on this one, as I rather liked this piece, the 'don't look behind you' bit, that's cool.

cya around.

10/12/06, 1:22 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

Looking behind can really be sorrowful in itself can't it?

Thanks for the read!

10/15/06, 7:58 PM  
Blogger Manic Street Preacher said...

woah.
but is it THAT easy to NOT look back

10/16/06, 3:17 AM  
Blogger aria said...

The last para was very powerful..

10/17/06, 6:36 AM  
Blogger Tanushree said...

wonderful composition dear...

10/18/06, 6:19 AM  
Blogger ShadowLor said...

that's wonderful. drums and stars, it stirs something inside me... silence meets the lightning...reminds me of something i read once.

"These days the world is lit by lightning."
-Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie

10/21/06, 11:48 PM  

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