{Pandora Prays}
I have traded stalks
and stockings for bright
boxes that open
if you twist
and turn
and yearn
just right.
You call me sister,
daughter, queen,
nick my name
for your want,
your disaster,
your separation
from stars;
for the way the dawn
smiles.
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It’s past dusk… but I yearn for the smile of dusk
oh that yearning, the separation from the stars….
Did you know that’s actually the literally meaning of “disaster”? Think “aster” – star. Isn’t that just crazy-awesome?
Ah the gilt of words……so many we just throw around and they contain secrets within! I recently came across the word “blatherskite” — a real word. It means one who speaks nonsense! I love the sound of the word….the way it looks…..and thinking about who could be or is a blatherskite! 🙂
so dreamy, De
I thought disaster was what happened when she backed unknowingly into the fan? Oh no, did I really just write that? I am so sorry De!
LOL!
I really liked this piece — nice cosmic essence.
I love this! The rhyme, the rhythm, personification, alliteration. You spin such fairy-fine verse.
definitely a stellar poem in the nick of time
Like this, “nick my name
for your want,”
Great poem.
Loving this…..and most especially how it plays with the title too!