Savage
by Amantine B
Along the dim of your room, a memory crept amassing moths to the tenderness.
Stray fingertips undid your name and wept. Laughter fell to vocal trees from the savage
of air to the soft wrist of her dance, into the weeping of glamour and rich hatreds.
Sorrow time slept in the small of a sun hidden in lust and blue evenings; buried in your name.
Moved to trash. Parody undressed into silence. Soak my heart in wine, drink its beat
to pulse the drawl of nine lives, abandoning all the loves of mine. Your arrow marks my canvas,
scathed and bled red; stark and harsh, whispered soft and handfed. Pinned to your art,
where did we start: In the shallows or the deep, aligned or perpendicular, of a curve or slid
of the slant, gathered in or abandoned, of weeping or of laughter. Is this an apocalypse
or an ‘ever after'… or a falling short in the half-light of its deep, beguiling careless lips,
in praise of human hearts and submissive hips; - of skin into prayers of myrrh.
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Author's Note
long lost;
this is inspired by the scultptress and activist, Augusta Savage (1892 - 1962)
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Hey, I meant to send a card, but...but...well, you know (I considered ending with an exclamation point, but...).
My favorite of these devastating lines? Randomly then: "Is this an apocalypse or an ‘ever after'… or a falling short in the half-light of its deep, beguiling careless lips..."
"Your arrow marks my canvas,
scathed and bled red; stark and harsh, whispered soft
and handfed. Pinned to your art,
where did we start:"
The pace of the phrasing throughout is just right. Good poem. And a great way to close. *
A feast of language, in sound and image; I'm a sucker for buried rhymes ( bled...handfed) and alliteration (slid of the slant), and for poems that play all the notes.
This is the kind of piece you can read over and over, each time discovering something new. I'm going to read it again.
"Soak my heart in wine..."
This entire section I like most, but there's no section I dislike. Solid writing, AB *
Beautiful poem:
"of skin into prayers of myrrh."
This swept me away and away and away. A gem.
Compelling. *
"of skin into prayers of myrrh"
Really nice!
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This is so rich *
Thank you lovely people for such an unexpected amount of responses. x
Matt ... re the card; likewise :-) thank you - gracious as ever.
Sam, thank you for your generosity and your note. Your kindess is appreciated. I'll be in touch.
Hi Fos, by now what can I say ? Merci... x
Erika, bless you for your comments are always so encouraging.
Kitty, you're a gem of a reader by turn.. x thank you so much.
Beate, singular you are; your readings are always appreciated. thnx
Bill, merci, merci and ... yes please do. :-)
John, thank you so much for enriching my return here, along with everyone else. Blessings x
love to you all and please stay safe and well.
David, thanks so much for you patience and generous kindnesses, always.
Matt deV ... thank you, what a lovely response.
I saw this earlier, but had no words, so I thought I'd come back and read it again. Still no words, but definitely admiration.
*****
James, Thank you so much; I'm very appreciative that you chose to return to it and still find it worth your while. x