,
you find yourself indigo
-clad and clapping like thunder,
a blur
of turquoise tutu and
treehouse battle scars.
the earth underfoot
is a song, a sigh,
a silence.
the sky’s got
both wings and teeth,
a dragon
-fly in a firefly jar.
you know things
whispered in leaves,
daisy-chain rained
and soaked in
deep.
you keep jangles
of laughter
in dreampockets.
you think
in ink.
you smile
(clownlike,
cloudlike,
crown-like)
and dance
in a brilliance of fallen
fractured stars.
..
**Title is a line from Sylvia Plath’s poem “You’re.”
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This is SO beautiful! Stunning!
Thank you so much. 🙂
This is just exquisite, Whimsy! I saw my childhood in every line. Then when I saw Sylvia Plath’s name at the end, I thought you meant she wrote it and I thought, no wonder it is so good–but then I saw it was only the title that was hers. The poem is even better than the title. And I don’t mean I don’t always enjoy your poetry, but his one is extra special. Impossible to single out a favorite line. They all just belong together like beads on a lovely strung necklace.
Thank you! What a lovely visual.
De, this spirit reminds me of a cantadora, a woman who runs with the wolves. Very magical poem!
Thanks so much, Lisa. I love that. Loved the prompt.
You’re very welcome.
Very nice poem De. Loved the line about … keeping jangles of laughter in dreampockets!
Thank you! Much needed, these days, for me.
Wonderful De — love the dreamlike essence, as through the eyes of youth, yet deep and engaging. Nice write!
Thank you, Rob.
I truly love your line breaks and all the way you weaved this dance
Thanks, B.
I love that we were drawn to the same Sylvia Plath line, De, and the fantastic, colourful place it took you. My favourite lines:
‘the earth underfoot
is a song, a sigh,
a silence’
and
‘you keep jangles
of laughter
in dreampockets.’
I would love to dance in a ‘brilliance of fallen fractured stars’.
Thanks, Kim. Loved yours, as well!
kaykuala
you smile (clownlike,
cloudlike, crown-like)
and dance in a brilliance of fallen
fractured stars
They go to all extent to achieve their intention of being funny. Very much so De!
Hank.
..
Thanks, Hank!
Unbelievably good.
If you have your own face on, you’re not wearing makeup. And if you’re turning blue, maybe you can’t breathe. So (given the times), I read the piece as being about having Covid-19 and being in the hospital, in and out of lucidity.
“Treehouse battle scars” is one of my favorite parts.
This is amazing De!
Thanks so much, Linda. 🙂
Your muse never disappoints.
Thanks, Misky. Means so much, coming from you.
Fluff your turquoise tutu and scatter the fractured stars, you’re a winner!
Thanks so much.
This is beautiful …. love ‘you know things whispered in leaves’ .. cheers.
Thanks, Helen.
Electric and filled with energy De. I missed reading your poems as they are amazing. Take care!
oh. oh. oh. oh. i missed this tender, genius, powerful weaving of words from your pen, De. The subtle alliterations make my heart sing. Especially this one:
the earth underfoot
is a song, a sigh,
a silence.
“you keep jangles
of laughter
in dreampockets.”
What a wonderful image that presents. Great work, De!
Beautiful & beautifully sparse. I esp like dreampockets. Salute.