Posts Tagged ‘ Gold ’

In My Cave I Am Shackled

I landed alone

on this rocky shore

stranded in transit

to orients: eyes glazed

full of ivory rings, indigo tapestries.

 

In this cavern

your silhouette is emblazoned

a language on dank walls.

 

I am arrested in gold cuffs.

The starved flames simmer to embers

my bones turning to ashes

weeds growing in my cataracts.

 

The rot is my own.

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Emily

I’m gonna name my kid Coliapea.

These things float up from the bottom.

The white roses stand straight

in the sea-glass bottle.

 

The flower buds droop

—-as if nodding

at their necks

Eclipsing the golden glow of the lamp.