fire shadows me
*
I feel her splinters
crackle and hiss,
her burning embers
giving voice to darkness
within,
my second skin
illuminated by her
taunting light
*
could I --
should I --
give in
to sin?
*
it would be
easy
to appease
these
desperate desires,
to release
myself
to fire
*
I am hers
for the hire
*
I try
to deny her
hold on me
*
but forgiveness
burdens me
*
shamed
I saunter on,
a liar
lusting for the pyre
*
I
yearn
to surface
*
these scars
are
hard
truth,
a map
back
to my lost selfless
self
*
find me
licking my wounds
in the coolness of
shade
***
Copyright © 03/14/2024 by Christy Munson. All rights reserved.
Author's note: A friend gifted me a 1980's magnet poetry kit and this poem is what spilled out. I find it strange and oddly fun to be simultaneously constrained by the limits and yet also freed by the possibilities of someone else's words.
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Comments (3)
At the risk of sounding dumb, what is a magnet poetry kit? 😅 I loved your poem so much!
I can see that - constraint and freedom. It's kind of the matter at hand isn't it.
I don't know how this spilled out; it fell perfectly into place!