some of my poems

[Stellata]

She stood so softly, she stood,
arms wrapped around angular
bone..
Bird shuttering eyes whipping
away.
Curled back into the confines of cushions deep
icy dewdrop of tears
shadow the mask of all shadowing.

It is hard to reach her,
anger scored deep into her bones -
keep away
fearsome prisoner
until I am yours.

Always delineating an
exit strategy,
no protective arms
swept this sinner from harm.

But the damage is not permanent,
rest true,
it is time to be reached,
it is time to celebrate acceptance.


Flesh of my flesh
creeps,
sensuous serenity lingers
until the punishment room beckons again.
But, this is not that.
She wakefully cries stolen tears -
These are not superficial wars.
Crumbling was bought in the academy of disdain
Before her heart began wanting -

whenever that was.

[whirlpools]

I love it, Katie. You're an extremely talented writer. I read the first stanza and I thought of ephemerality, flitting between disappearing and reappearing. A wish to be so small you're invisible. But, further on, amongst the pain, the opportunity to learn, to become a strong, visible woman with her feet firmly on the ground.

[Stellata]

Thank you so much Laura. :)