Thursday, 12 November 2009

on being possessed

shadows beckon the amber light dancing arias across their greedy skin. white sage burns and burns unable to rid my heart of it's hauntings. it's ghosts. and the sword i swallowed just catches in my throat from time to time on the days i almost sing.

8 comments:

Red Bird said...

Ooh, I loved the last line- that really hits home for me.
Brilliant, my dear friend...
xo

Anonymous said...

Your words played a tiny tune in my heart.
On a harp made of glass.
Thank you.
Again.

Vera said...

your words settle in my mouth so nicely, i would love to fill my shelves with them. x

Athena. said...

wow.
I love your blog.
amazing.
xxx

Rachel Follett said...

I really love the last line too! Great beginning and end. Just beautiful!

Some Girl said...

That last line hit me too.

P.S. Thanks for following. Sorry I haven't stopped by. My computer never reads the word verification right so sometimes it's hard to leave a comment.

Em-illi said...

I love the pictures I see when I read your post...beautiful, poetic and inspiring material for dreaming:)Thank you!

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