Firmament
December 27, 2011
I remember lying on the cool wet earth
gentle mother lungs breathing into me
hands clutching blades of green
the white hot summer sun
true hammer of the gods
beating down and into my impoverished soul
the outsider being turned inside out
putting out the inferno with one tiny tear
from the corner of one blue eye
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“I remember lying on the cool wet earth
gentle mother”
sometimes a chunk of yours just leaves me reeling…
LOVE this.
The outsider being turned inside out – what a perfect line. Often I hear each breath in your poems… such delicacy is hard to find. Happy New Year to you Val… I can feel that its going to be a good one. I wouldn’t let it be any other way if I could.
You know I love you Kiersty and that’s all that matters xx Also you you write like Marlena Dietrich smoked a cigarette and purred her lines, you are THAT cool a chick and don’t you forget it!