Monday, August 29, 2005

Mother's Palfrey

This night bleeds burgundy
soaks the needle
dripping silent
slipping violent
under threadless seams
that envelope the past
too fast
to freely
too far sewn in
to the fabric of fearing
the frenzy of hearing
her pistil heart pounding
thick throbbing
seething frowning
waves chaotic
hypnotic turmoil
as she's beating through endless
measures of symphony
fleeting dissonance
and the mind of maternity
rhythm racing to catch the trio
hidden in the distance
running for shelter
in the bunk bed for two
for fools
or for jumping innocents.

1 comment:

Rtwell said...