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This morning, at five,
after running,
the moon swallowed me whole.
She, in her colostrum yellow, drapped
her fingers down toward the sea and scooped me up. She,
with intimate magic and infinite pleasure, danced her teeth about my insides, rolling each nerve ending around in her mouth
in the swell of natural lubrication
and then spat me
out as a clot upon Earth,
a forgetting, forgetful Earth
only waking, rotating,
rising,
missing the moment
in drudgery of the mundane -
I take to running again,
wise in my wildness
that is shared only with her.
after running,
the moon swallowed me whole.
She, in her colostrum yellow, drapped
her fingers down toward the sea and scooped me up. She,
with intimate magic and infinite pleasure, danced her teeth about my insides, rolling each nerve ending around in her mouth
in the swell of natural lubrication
and then spat me
out as a clot upon Earth,
a forgetting, forgetful Earth
only waking, rotating,
rising,
missing the moment
in drudgery of the mundane -
I take to running again,
wise in my wildness
that is shared only with her.
Published 8th Feb 2020
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8th Feb 2020 5:06pm
Jesus, what a wonderful metaphor. She does seem to absorb and return us differently than before. Your poetry is reaching a level of divine, Poppy. I seriously would place it up there with the mystics.
She is going to be gorgeous tomorrow - super full.
She is going to be gorgeous tomorrow - super full.
8th Feb 2020 6:20pm
Damn me, that's a compliment and a half. Thank you dear A. Your guidance has only ever helped get me to somewhere I can hear that in its sincerity. Xx
8th Feb 2020 11:28pm
8th Feb 2020 6:39pm
Wow this is just brilliant
Echoing Ahavati, up there with the mystics for sure love this so much!!🙌👏👏
Echoing Ahavati, up there with the mystics for sure love this so much!!🙌👏👏
8th Feb 2020 8:44pm
8th Feb 2020 10:25pm
Wow. I'm glad this was the last thing I am going to read on site, today. It was the first thing that pulled me in so completely, my jaw came a little loose. The metaphor, description, rendering, are exquisite, nothing belabored or superfluous, a clean and impacting image, struck from the stone.
One of the pen names I write under is R_Sculptoris. A red giant star in the constellation Sculptor. It has a reaching spiral arm, thought to be caused by a hidden star companion. I feel like it is the angel on my shoulder, as an artist, we're sculptors of words. We look into the range of our vocabulary, the block, and cut away into a contoured image.
The elements of this write are firing on all cylinders, to me. I call that alchemy. Beautiful work. 💖
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In kindness,
Daniel
One of the pen names I write under is R_Sculptoris. A red giant star in the constellation Sculptor. It has a reaching spiral arm, thought to be caused by a hidden star companion. I feel like it is the angel on my shoulder, as an artist, we're sculptors of words. We look into the range of our vocabulary, the block, and cut away into a contoured image.
The elements of this write are firing on all cylinders, to me. I call that alchemy. Beautiful work. 💖
I would be thrilled if you would send an audio of this poem to the site's podcast. Audio poems add dimensions to a write, with your unique vocal inflections. Being featured may also draw attention to your writing on site and help forge new friendships. If you would be interested, please send an mp3 or mp4, with the title of the poem and your screen name included, to:
undergroundoutloud@outlook.com
Participation is the life's blood of the podcast, so I hope you will consider it. :)
In kindness,
Daniel
8th Feb 2020 11:00pm
I could Skype you, Daniel, but as I told Missy in a recent podcast I simply don't understand recording, formatting etc. It renders me frustratedly hopeless when it comes to online spoken word.
10th Feb 2020 2:45am
Np we could do that some time if you wouldn't mind. I'll message you. 🙏🏻
