Rekindling

She never sleeps, my Muse. But sometimes, through the frost and rough of winter, she pretends to volcano—keeping her fieriness deep and bubbling. When she is pretending, my Muse, poems and stories rise to the surface to show tips of dreamed icebergs made of magma (in-waiting).

ink is fire
forever ready
to spring worlds

 


borrowed from Jungian Genealogy, by Iona Miller

linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and Poets United

 

Through the Skin of Another

I’ve watched your eyes believing to think they can divine true glimpses of me in runes you’ve dreamed were made of bone that once covered my flesh. And I wonder, wonder, wonder… Can’t she see I dance with all my limbs? Hasn’t she noticed her phantom thumbs, those missing bits of her own self that keep her mind’s eye from grasping the runes life has crafted out of her breakings? 

trying to feel me
through the skin of another
leaves your heart alone

 

the (not really) wee (but slightly hysterical) notes…
– after reading, “Sweet Poison” and “If We Forget…” someone felt the need to let me know that she was “heartbroken for [me] and disappointed in [my] husband because”, according to her, the poems told her that my Piano Man “is showing his true man-colors by pushing [me] to doubt his commitment.” My shock, sense of WTF(ness), and respect for irony, figured that perhaps a poem about reading/interpreting poetry would be apt reply for her madness.

– for those of you on Instagram, Kerry O’Connor (@skyloverpoetry) is giving away 3 handwritten poems. Find her there. Tag a friend. Win great poetry.

– want to win prose? Then you are in luck, my Wicked Luvs, Rommy Cortez-Driks (Kestril’s Rhythms and Groove) is giving away copies of her book, The Trouble with Wanting, and Other Not-Quite Faerie Tales. You can enter her giveaways here, here, here, and here she’s giving away all sorts of extra yum.

– linked to Poets United.

 


Bone runes talisman, by ArtofElorhan