When we meet in the darkening center of this map
will you recognize the dusk in me, the boy in me? The love of disrepair in me,
the bolt of silk? Tomorrow the sun
will issue her invitation, while the cirrus clouds will do their best to intercept.
Felled trees have carpeted this pasture. I close my eyes
until a rose appears, then grows alarming-- Your kiss will be faunal, your mouth
full of hemisphere and wreck.
About Me
- Louise Mathias
- I'm the author of Lark Apprentice (winner of the New Issues Poetry Prize and published by New Issues Press) and the chapbook Above All Else, the Trembling Resembles a Forest. My second full length book The Traps is forthcoming from Four Way Books. Recent work appears in Ninth Letter, Barrow Street, Third Coast, Massachusetts Review. I grew up in England and Los Angeles, and now split my time between the wilds of the Mojave desert and the wilds of Northern Indiana, with excursions to other wilds whenever possible.
4 comments:
I like the way this one ends. There's something very classical--even medieval--about the rose image, but I can't recall off the top of my head very many instances of the appearance of a rose 'grows alarming.'
thanks Clayton.
I wrote this listening to Pink Floyd's "Take It Back"
I was wondering if 'Division Bel' was a Floyd reference...
The rose becoming alarming, wonderful.
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