Tuesday, September 10, 2013

coffre au trésor













COPPER hammered & echoed, this box lies locked & brambled
Thicket-hidden below the vintage children's leather saddle, beneath Christmas trees & dart boards, fog machines, custard cups & paintings.
Dragon-locked with 3 riddles & needing the 1 o'clock sun of a perfect fall day to shine properly perfect upon its crystal pulsing keyhole.
It rests crumbled & forgotten there ...  hidden.
Is it the best part of me ?
perhaps.
Kept tightly insulated from contact, from the burn, from the breathe of days
Kept tight.
I can never fully show-up.
Never fully engage all parts, all systems go. . .
Never have .
This comes as quite a shock actually . .
Too much at risk, too much vulnerability.
Too much to feel .
No one wants it all, no one wants the dark & the light.
The burn is too fierce, the light too blinding, the love fractured yet complete.
Only you ever acknowledged that petaled part ; the shine, the shadow. . .
Only you ever held it in your hands
trust . . .
copper hammered & echoed, locked & brambled
Sweet baby-powder-dusted
And so it lies apart . . . but with.


2 comments:

  1. "Only you ever acknowledged that petaled part ; that shine, that shadow. . ."

    love all lines, but especially this one.

    DiAnne

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