Rust-bitten

by Melpomene   Jun 13, 2011


I am
all that I speak of.

A mango not ripened and
a black orchid kissed
with the scent of
tragedy.

Rust-bitten bracelets
entwined with grass,
beads worn and
emeralds chipped.

Elbows painted with
acrylic, oil,
watercolour.

My masterpiece -
your mess.

I spent months wandering,
seeking violet webs
that strung me together,

with a butterfly net
who caught February,
once, twice,
three times?

I am the ones who speak of
your presence nibbling
at their heels
and the loose piece of
hair that escapes
my braid.

The comedy mask,
splattered with mud.

A Pollock creation,
Confused - abrupt.

I am.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Becca

    As always, another beautiful poem

  • 13 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    A mango not ripened and
    a black orchid kissed
    with the scent of
    tragedy.
    ^Of course I am one to appreciate these flower/fruit references. I feel like they always bring a lot of beauty to a poem. I kind of wondered however why you used 'kissed' rather than something like 'devoured by tragedy' - something that actually fits death.

    'Rust-bitten bracelets
    entwined with grass,
    beads worn and
    emeralds chipped.

    Elbows painted with
    acrylic, oil,
    watercolour.'
    ^This part clearly shows that you're painting a picture, kind of like a collage of who you are. Makes one want to know the symbolism behind the rust bitten bracelets, worn beads, etc. Could maybe symbolize memories.

    'A Pollock creation,
    Confused - abrupt.'
    ^Loved the reference to Pollock as well. Fits very well with your poem. I can see all these images on one big canvas, clustered together into a masterpiece of art.

    Lovely poem, I adored it. This definitely is who you are. It's so poetic and full of art. It is beautiful.

  • 13 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    I can't really say much because britt took every word right out of my mouth...I've told you before what your poetry does to me,but in case you've forgotten,I'm telling you again.... It leaves me speechless...someone please come help me..pick my mouth from the floor...

  • 13 years ago

    by Britt

    You have such intricate and specific images throughout every poem you ever write that I just now realized I never know what your poetry is about 99% of the time. I am so caught up in the fantasy of your images, the ideas of what you're saying in each stanza and deciphering what the images look like that I end up unable to focus on the message. You truly are an artist, you bring images to life so explicitly with your words, it's gorgeous.

    I love the idea of the black orchid, I love black flowers and think they can either be doom&gloom dark, or dark romantic. It's a gorgeous image.

    "with a butterfly net
    who caught February,
    once, twice,
    three times? "

    I adore this stanza and thought it was so intriguing. I never understand how you come up with y our poetry. It's amazing.

    This piece, as always, is incredible. Nominating :)

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