Friday, June 25, 2010

through the God ring

do not cross blood.
the crushed and blistered kind,
the leaves of bitter.

i will not be soft or feathered
i am the purpling beak which gouges
your open palms- i am not free.

dark things fly with dark things
the cloud of sky that is flock
this the home of my heart-

that which does not deny this wild ugliness
dress it in ribbons and lipstick
pink panties over the stink puss.

longer look with sentimental eye
longer my fangs, claw, the ripping
of scar and lancing boils:

who are you on this battlefield?
the doctor palm to finger
inside the rib of man

or the far off call of transmission:
a simple reporter, a secondary recounting.
i flew in the flame of the torch

tasted the tip of the arrow
into the ever open eye:
flew through the God ring

to shudder in cast and cloth
underneath that merciless gaze.
do not call me

dark make small of what you fear.
the world is alight in my eyes.
Gina said...

Wow Maggie. I followed the link to your blog from your comment last night. What a read. Not your average blog. Not your average talent. Something makes me think I will be back. You should have an addictive warning for all new readers...!

Irish Gumbo said...

Worth reading for the title all by itself.

Dark, scary, gorgeous work.

Petit fleur said...

Blown away as always. Trying to shake off the images!

Hope the poem is not how you are feeling now so much as a purge.

Ms. Moon said...

This is not a morning poem, is it? Words fly from your mind and fingers and arrange themselves and enter the reader's mind and there settle and become a part of it.

Maggie May said...

Mrs Moon not a morning poem :) I wrote it last night. It means something specific to me about the kind of people I can be close to and the kind I cannot. It's very personal and isn't at all about 'i feel sad' or 'i feel xyz' it's about how a person perceives and lives in this life.

Maggie May said...

Gina glad you are here, and thank you so much for your really generous comments!

justmakingourway said...

Powerful as always, Maggie.

Anonymous said...

Brutal and shakes my fucking balls Maggie...

Kay said...

personal indeed, a very strong depth to this one.

* said...

Crazy amazing stuff. Roar, you poetess, roar.

akka b. said...

oh Maggie May ~ !!!!!!!!!!!

you bring to life the dark. and make it light in your way. hmn.

Anonymous said...

"that which does not deny this wild ugliness"


xo Alison

Jeanne Estridge said...

This is great!

(As is the picture of you, bloomingly lovely, in your last post. Glad to see you're doing so well.)

Caroline said...

Every single word paints a vivid always amazing.

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