City Wilds

If
you look
beyond my steel,
you’ll find my heart
beating.

I grow bridges and tunnels and trains and… toes,
toes that park their boots before kissing soil, I am
more than cracked concrete and shrieks of “Taxi!”

If
you want
all my wilds,
come… and find me
there.

 

my favorite city park grows wild wishes

 

Linked to Poets United (City).

 

A Real Reckoning

Your blood might be thicker
(and filthier) than most minds
can imagine, but…
my will is a thing of magic.

You can bite into me, rip
my heart, taste my rage, believe
you’ve made me yours, but…
no one can own a wild soul
who knows her Self inside and out.

I will rest awhile, think
of blood and magic, then…
your flesh and bones will feel
a real reckoning.

 

a wee note…
– June Mac Hill, mistress of A Lot Less Ordinary, told me that her blood-clad fairy could use some “awesome words.” I went ahead and wrote her some—because everyone should have awesome words. I’ve tweaked the original version a bit (since *cough* it needed it [say that 13 times fast]).

 

Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

 

Wholed by Ink

Over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Kerry invited us to write a poem inspired by Clarence White’s Morning. The image—a woman in a nightgown, sitting on the edge of a tub, thinking… in front of a window—made me think of moonlight, storytelling and such. So, here’s my poem:

 

I am dark stories
glittering, ragged wings
wholed by ink,
nightlight risen
through shadow and storm.

 

the finished piece brought to mind this painting by Shelle Kennedy

also, the original poem is a blackout

this is what it looked like before the inking and stitching

 

Linked to Poets United.