Skinny's thread

*pokes around* Been reading and loving your poems...
Leafing thru randomly as I always forget what page I stopped upon. Ones already read catching me up again as well.
Enjoying Gypsie Moth and Sorry my mistake today. Thanks so much for all you add here. *goes back to poking around*

 

hi there
i like this one
almost unrulely ,how sudden we forget our feelings.
thank you for posting just found this piece
love n peace from saff

 

I can't explain why,
(this light
makes the sheets bright,
and my eyes shrink),
but

all the time the nurses were on heat
I could smell it.

Even here. This sanitised here.

Wasn't always so.

del Thillaire introduced me to
the Master of the Forest.
Signed me in with an ebony nail
and gave me new skin.

The sleeping babe rocked gently
between my teeth and tongue.
The black frocked shepherdess,
was sweeter than the dog,
and the sword point that harried my hide.

The monks at Bordeaux prayed,
claimed that I was saved,
then that I was dead,
as each new decade took more to bed,
and all that grew of the boy-wolf was
more teeth.

They say I died a good Christian.
It is true that
I have knelt a lot
over these centuries

while howling down cells
made for madmen.

 

These were my favorite images, a balance of light and dark,
with your dark images being nurturing. I liked the use of
'rocked gently' and 'sweeter than', they placed this reader
into lycanthrope passions and preferences.

 

it's about a werewolf...this Jean Grenier dude was crazy...there was no nurture, 's far as I can tell....

 

I am crazed in duckdown
sticking to my damp-walled maze.

Green brickwork in my lifeline, headline, hair, and heart, while
moss cowers under nails; strands trapped there, shy and wilting.
Souvenirs of this night's rustling tucked in petticoats for absolution
my heels and knuckles dragged across the mud of dream.

You are there, to catch my carcass, at the end.

Pillow cartographers etch ordnance survey references, but
dishevelled recollection in the bathroom mirror is brief.

Mist soon smooths us over, lets in morning.

 

Spectre, I feel you with me
in the moments before I wake.

I am familiar with the embrace
of your warm current seducing my morning,
just before I open my eyes.

I cannot pin you here,
despite crashing my knees together,
like continents.

You are elusive comfort.

You are a shapeshifter, made of
patchwork memories, rooted in
a poor likeness snapped on a day of uncertainty.

I do not know
how this week's fashion
drapes flesh on bone,
nor remember detail.

Just blue lagoons laughing,
and a Hollywood brow.

 

your latest is amazing... truly! reminds me of trying to remember a good dream, a problem I consistently have
this one really clicked well together, all the stanza's were fantastic; but this one was my favorite...

that's just too cool...

 

Still on fire!

 

I see so many different facets, in but a few lines, that shift emphasis with re-reading. Thank you for your power and subtle nuances. I would love to see with your eyes, yet can only linger in the aftermath of what you choose to share.

 

oh how i missed u skinny and how familiar the glow of your distant fires

 

I find
I have relied too long
on the pungent light of
these laburnum lanterns.

Now,
night fogs up too quickly,
morning mists conspire with dew,
bindweed slinks and holds
in darkness

and I'm left standing,
in this brazen nettle patch,
for hours.

I rode nameless, for a time,
across the drought of separation,
picking through the charms and amulets,
abandoned on the roadside
in the haste of dawning lust.

Now my steed is smug, embraced in ivy,
while my leather pouch hangs slack,

devoid of all the doubt
I've scattered lately.

 

I smack
hot lips
in arid rhythm.
Stick.

Reptile cheeks
rasp
when dirty fingers
tap, impatient.

Eyes,
wild with meeting
frustration's white gaze,
choke and splutter.

 

that's such a beautiful stanza.... I really enjoyed this piece; thanks for sharing it!

And "End" was so much fun to read! It's been a good long while since I've read something that made actual audible images in my mind; your poetical prowess is amazing!

 

April showers falling now, in mid-
November. Out of season blooms burst on my cheeks.
Nervous. Your gaze is winter, while
I'm leaf's autumn tremble,
humble, I can only fall and wilt.
I am mulching now, please
leave me at the bottom,
attend some other pruning engagement.
Ticking is insistent,
I know that I've been fingered.
Overpowered, guilty.
Not a dry eye in the house.

 

You sleep.

I am chewing,
cud-flesh.

My inner cheek is all consumed.

Bite me too.

Apple white thighs juice
and crack in your jaws.

Curl over, torso canopy.

Blossom white eye-whites
glossed with your drowsy brush.

Carbon iris smears
apricot white tenderness
on your lips.

 

You are complicit
in my simplicity.

I recline and part,
while you seek out the rainbow's footprint.

I believe that stamp-mark
must just smoulder, over,
while you maintain that treasure will be found
en route,

and yet I falter....

You are dedication's master
and I am crumbs of whimsy.

We are in this pickle, then, for now.
This condiment
of crushed circumstance.

I'll mull this over,
while you go out, about, and
fix things.

 

Green brickwork in my lifeline... wow, thats evokes so much: ivy tendrils, the elegant contours of your palms, the vitality of fate mixed in with heartbeats. Fertile moss and impeccably manicured protective beauty. Shy strands under fierce nails wilting in ecstasy. Rustling frolics in divine mud remaining as a whisper of wrestling fun. Oh, and the rewards. Awakening to rippled tousled linens painted offhand in pre-reflective moments before the mist sharpens to a new day.

 

My flesh-shape is partly of my own creation.
My curves, my lines, in part predestined,
in part the contents of my fridge.

I sketch my outline,
one fingered,
in the bathroom mirror.

Cartoon creation, steaming slowly.

I'll come back later,
when all is covered up, and sketch again.
Plant elegance in my fingertip, and watch
to see if I know who it is yet.

 

Me like sassy!
-cartoon creation- great description. And the difference between before and after is intriguing!