.
My heart was a door left, a jar
(of fireflies spent)
and you slithered inside
to steal their last smudged
bit of glow.
Oh, how these marbled hours
do drag
-on.
Know that I am
keeper of the lid
of my own glass
house, even
after all the last
stones have been
thrown
………….in.
..
inspired by a line offered by pinkgirlink.
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Sometimes, I swear, you write everything sitting on my heart.
Just stunning.
Thank you, ma’am. Have you magnetized yet?
well I went over there…and got my words, does that count? Work, life, my brain are not cooperating but I am much closer than I was. 🙂
Of course it counts. Like putting on the workout clothes. That’s half the battle, usually. 🙂
There’s a lot of space between those fireflies to allow something creepy to slither in between the letters. I accidentally read (and loved) this: “Know that I am leper,” which is only a hop[e], skip, and a jump away from “Know that I am leopard.” Isn’t that interesting? Most people who are leopards on the inside are probably lepers on the outside. I suppose that’s why they’re also so often (ledge) leapers.
Did you see I snuck a dragon in for you? 😉
Of course. 🙂
again, you have wrapped these words together in a perfectly closed glass…i imagine the cork popping, words slipping from the neck of a wine bottle…just as the would the throat of the poet.
absolutely love this! 🙂
Thank you. I am LOVING your prompt lines.
Delighted I came to visit your site, De. This poem is delightful! Love the metaphors, the language — its softness and depth, the message. Amazing, as always…
Thank you so much for all of your kind comments. 🙂
Well written, reads like a song!
Well, at least the stones are thrown in and not at to break the whole house. Perhaps they could be useful. Though without light I can see why the hours do drag-on! I love that first line!