Seneschal, spine curved as the unseen S in Ice. Caudate circlet of reign and singularity
proclaims boundary of self to other. Her tribute in substance, to my higher, arcs its back;
a pink pawed supplicant, belly strained with stolen grain. Triumph pin-pricks snow, a blood rose wreath.
Silence fled in rattle and sputter,
semi-frozen leaf mould scattered.
Swart-feathered, velvet besoms,
all raggedy wing, scuttle, thresh,
fling debris through ossified hedgerow;
trussed widows to the world's embrace.
Pick, peck, preen, chatter,
hope for something better, in the thaw.
Now roused from hunter's solitary chill, released in taut low paean to future kill, fur ripples.
Muscle rites, shoulder roll, loose haunch saunter, to open goal. Gilt heart hedera deposed;
its ermine frost lost in slow glacial melt of winter's hauteur. Seasoned claws reclaim this garden as her own.
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Layout should be in 3 stanzas:
3 lines * 8 lines * 3 lines.
edit 02.02.11
Comments
fatboy74 | January 5, 2011 - 13:06
So much crammed in here and more words in one poem I don't understand than I can remember - doesn't matter though as works really well with overflowing of ideas/thaw in tandem. well done:-)
lenchenelf | January 5, 2011 - 14:01
Thanks comfortableperson74, very kind :-) yes, I did rather overlay a fair few ideas in this one, might split it out at some point, but I like texture, strata, sound and motion as it is in experiential form (and a nice cup of tea) all the very best, lena xx