Saturday, April 28, 2007

a bag of periwinkles



8x8x3in
$150(plus shipping and handling, if needed)

We will fight sea monsters
On this Ship made of pillows and cotton sails
We will be slapped by salty spray
With Tangled hair and shiny eyes
*Grab your finest sword*

we'll see the world
sideways and downways
and insideout-way

we’ll see the trees
lying and hanging
and feel the clouds beneath our feet

*bring your finest hat*

books stocked high,
shells, stolen from the rocking beach
fall, imprisoned in my room
for
I am a lunatic,
stalking Nature’s elixir,

A pathological madwoman
I crave the scent of soil
I bask in the dapple of the sun and trees
romance

Stand on cliff and
BREATHE
As if you were robbing the world
of its greatest gift
*breathe*

plant ivy on my grave
to crawl and grow
and regrow again

plant ivy on my grave
so I might be a berry,
polished by dew
and nibbled by sparrows

so I might see
the ends of the earth
forever

a flight, a flash,
a break between the trees
because,

I am

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

did you write that poem about the sea and clouds and ivy on the grave cause if you did it is amazing and you are scaring me with your gifts!
ma