I beat the frozen ground,
rended it with my stone fists
but it couldn’t let me out
/
into the light of the gilded rays,
threads merely borrowed,
infamous for their fragility
/
and their famine-song.
I bargained with the darkness,
offered it the gold in my ears
/
in exchange for an escape hatch.
Instead, it produced a feather
and taught me how to write
/
in my own blood.
Except my sanguinary pen
was too heavy.
/
The blood came—
the words didn’t.
And I screamed with the song of a mouse;
/
‘Let me out, let me out,’
but the bedrock wrapped itself around me,
a mausoleumic cocoon.
/
when my voice winked out, a candle
in a storm, the ensuing
silence was exquisitely death-dealing.
/
Until the nadir of the earth taught me her songs
and how to hear them.
Carried through the rot
/
by the roots and worms,
the seashells held to my ear,
showing me the ocean of the below.
/
The icy, rocky womb brought
the stories, wove the melodies,
and all throughout the unseen winter
/
I grew fat on the old tales reborn,
sucking the marrow out of fable-bones,
letting the gristle catch in my teeth.
/
Letting the pen lay, for a time,
and learning how to leave it without the shame while
I was taught to listen.
/
When the snowmelt came,
I didn’t see,
swaddled, as I was,
/
in lithic utero,
rockbound in the waiting room
so the snow couldn’t shrivel me up.
/
The grease of Scheherazade
dripping down my cheeks,
I reached for my feather-sword
/
and found I could, once more,
wield it.
In an older voice, I asked
/
‘now?’ and in answer
a single starbeam
led me to the birth canal—
/
I stretched a hand out,
just in time,
and it broke through the crust of the earth,
/
born into moon-warded spring,
isolation-taught, blood-written vellum:
a single bloom.
//
About the Creator
Chloë J.
Probably not as funny as I think I am
Insta @chloe_j_writes
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Comments (4)
breathtaking ♡
I think this is my new favorite poem. The structure, the rhythm, the diction—wowwww. ❤️❤️❤️ You just got a new subscriber.
Wonderful. Had to read it a few times through to savor. I especially like "sucking the marrow out of fable-bones." Thanks!
Aaaahhhh ... soaking this in. Thank you for sharing this rebirth story.