The Broken Column

 

the maiden voyage         she ascends    
     against colors           against winds
 skin dreamy     slow simmering dreams
    soaked in amber-lust  purged by sea
   tips singed       aurora        golden kisses
blaze          aflame          red spanish roses
                ashes across sky
                                  
be still
         mi’ corazón
            the end is almost near

         this earth shall never hear
 the silent cries     of    agony and pain    
heart-shaped splinters     piercing skin
bleeding rusty wounds  
                            splattered in cold hands
    rivers ravines shrinking faith's frays

crown of moss boldly dares     bastions
         circling dark coal of her eyes    
   midnight in hair    a veil of frail light
  she tucked her flesh folded inside out
under crimson moon and warped clouds

plucking thorns         piece by piece
          nailed to her tongue
                            unknown mysteries
loneliness and ache ghosts in the night

                           silence
               rattled cage of bones
the barren womb    covered with dust

 sing songs of love whispered in muted tones
      lulling lullaby    a mother’s adieu
              te' amo mas que mi piel
nothing is permanent
                            but lover’s regrets

and the rain came         unexpectedly
      from       fractured skies
            tear
                 by
                   tear
    falling
         where they may

Diego
       Diego

           Where is her grave?





Painting by Frida Kahlo, The Broken Column 1944