I keep Sanity tied to the foot of Imagination’s bed…
She’s guarded by a crowd of realities
that won’t stop telling each other,
“I’m the only one!”
Sanity escaped, howling her delight
on the silver tongue of a firebird
that licked dormant heat into Poesy;
everyone suspects Imagination’s
moving deep inside that plot.
I was gazing into Poesy’s flaming eye,
when she kissed me hotly on the mouth
and spilled words onto my tongue;
once pollinated with to-be-bloomed poems,
I had to swear to kiss and tell.
I used to keep Sanity tied
to the foot of Imagination’s bed,
then Poesy kissed me…
and I liked it.
Process Note (I think I’m addicted to process notes): I used to detest poetry as much as I dislike being polite to rude people I don’t particularly care about. I wrote a few poems while in college because it was required of me. Friends who have been reading my words for a while *waves at Gina* can tell you that I cursed Shakespeare many times and “weave[d] a circle round him thrice” hoping he would choke on “the milk of Paradise”. I can’t remember when poetry stopped being a chore, but I’m certain that this year’s 30-poem offering to the Cruellest Month has altered my feelings towards poetry forever. And I like it.
Process Note Amendment (added on 5/1/15): It seems that I nearly committed plagiarism by musical ignorance. Simply mortifying… I don’t listen to contemporary music, so when Björn left a comment saying that I had “weaved in a reference to Katy Perry” in my poem, I drew a blank. I googled the name, and a minute later, Ms. Perry was telling me that she had kissed a girl and she “liked it”. Our kissing partners might have been different, but the theme and word choice are similar enough to make this uncanny. I just love when weird things happen between strangers. 😀
linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (for Isadora’s Bang, Whimper, Hiss)
the flame from Terry Pratchett’s candle