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I don't know which part of my brain thought it would be a good idea to learn a new language at this point in my life, but it was a terrible idea. A natural linguist, I am not. History is going well, Art is ok, Literature is books I've already studied, but Greek? I'm cool with grammar, but the actual vocab is like blood from a stone.

Still, there's always English.

I done a poem.

I dream I am a volcano
Old and grumbly with a belly full of char.


I dream I am a star
Look and you will go blind, for sure.
My energy travels out through time but I am long gone:
The irony of dead beauty, I scream; my lungs aren't lungs and even
sound isn't sound in the vacuum of space.
It is lonely, I think, to be a star.

I dream I am a volcano
Old and grumbly with a belly full of char.
My legs in the cool, dark earth, my smoky head twined with clouds,
My arms on the ground like inelegant threads, tossed in a rush.
My hair is red lava, my eyes gray coals,
my lips belch fire and my insides cook mysteries.

I dream I am an insect
Alive for just a day
I look up at vertebrate beings; I think them monsters.
My life is dirt and fruit and webby sinews of earth, six uneven feet
and the fibrous rub of wing on wing.
When I die, I will curl into the earth and welcome it home.

// I spent a while agonising over stanza order before I realised it really doesn't matter; poetry is liquid yo! //

Most days I am the volcano: tumultuous. I wish I could be the insect: peaceful. I have an affinity for the star: lonely.

Date: 2014-04-11 03:30 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] xwitchymagicx
Greek sounds like a scary language. :/

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