MissLeo
01-15-2001, 01:54 AM
º Brother Sun º
[Eleonor d'Albis 2000]
Spice of green grass being mown,
Headiness of sun on just turned soil,
rush like a sweat-slicked summer beast
through my inner mind, touches my soul.
I come out of sleep on a run,
Back snapped straight, floating
doorwards, light as a feather caught
on a slow warm wind, knowing what it's
like to heal at the touch of a hand.
I look back: my nightclothes lie like
snakes' skins cast on the sudden summer
of my floor. Rank with old bones' long
winter pain, they reach mindlessly
for my heels.
I flee them, out into the sunlight...
Blue as a worm coiled in its long shadows
of its few days' ice and stone,
My skin sobs through every hungering pore
For light and air, while doves murmur in
new greens and swaying water in a barrel
casts liquid spangles on a wall...
Bare feet cleave to the grass carpet as
I proffer my flesh in a sacrament old
as blood and stone...
A ricket shrills somewhere under leaves,
As I ablaze in a twist of sinew and flame
become at one with brother Sun...
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You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms. The rim of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, and your heart, as it was then, will be on fire...
http://members.theglobe.com/missleo18/specialclouds.html
[Eleonor d'Albis 2000]
Spice of green grass being mown,
Headiness of sun on just turned soil,
rush like a sweat-slicked summer beast
through my inner mind, touches my soul.
I come out of sleep on a run,
Back snapped straight, floating
doorwards, light as a feather caught
on a slow warm wind, knowing what it's
like to heal at the touch of a hand.
I look back: my nightclothes lie like
snakes' skins cast on the sudden summer
of my floor. Rank with old bones' long
winter pain, they reach mindlessly
for my heels.
I flee them, out into the sunlight...
Blue as a worm coiled in its long shadows
of its few days' ice and stone,
My skin sobs through every hungering pore
For light and air, while doves murmur in
new greens and swaying water in a barrel
casts liquid spangles on a wall...
Bare feet cleave to the grass carpet as
I proffer my flesh in a sacrament old
as blood and stone...
A ricket shrills somewhere under leaves,
As I ablaze in a twist of sinew and flame
become at one with brother Sun...
------------------
You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms. The rim of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, and your heart, as it was then, will be on fire...
http://members.theglobe.com/missleo18/specialclouds.html