Thursday, May 04, 2006

The Descent

And so it begins,
the spiral descent.

Lip between lips,
tongue tip tasting ...

Bring me down
my bogus priest;
take me to my knees.

Only you worship the blood
canted in my veins -
forbidden flavour.

Pale amber dawn
polishes the sky to stone.

Leap
razed by lightning,

finger crazed,
dazed by the sudden prayer of sex,

the sullen opening of ruby.
How the blood tips extend their absolutions,

lest we forget
we have been melded in this pot before,

lest we remember
that slow, feathered, starless fall.

23 Comments:

Blogger Chris Never said...

I think it’s the ending that makes this piece, from the whole religious/sex crescendo; the image at the end is just lovely and vulnerable.

6:09 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

cheers Chris. I was very unsure about this. Woke up at five in the morning and scribbled it down, but on reading it the next day I wasn't sure whether the sex/religion mixture worked.

I just kept getting lovely lines and I had to write them. Like the amber dawn bit. Love that. I've seen the sky that exact colour sometimes in the morning, and I could see it in my head.

Still, it's a vague wandery sort of poem ... sigh ... I get worse and worse ...

7:31 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

You can join me in my maelstrom of self doubt I am currently going through, I cannot put fingers to key without shuddering and refusing to write.

*sighs*

Must be the weather at the moment.


This poem works fine kid

*hugs*

9:05 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

homework over the weekend - write me a poem about .... hmmm .... what would inspire you?

Okay, take the phrase 'push it in' see how many variations and alternatives you can come up with, say them with some nice fresh words and language.

to get you started -
push in a hypodermic, a new idea, a penis, a fencepost.

Or just pick one idea and expand on that?

Or don't do anything. But sometimes when I'm stuck a challenge will get me moving again.

Or another favourite trick of mine is to write down words from signs and advertisements I drive past in my car and then try to put them together into a poem. It can give you some nice new words and lead to interesting places.

Have a good weekend anyway.

moon

9:25 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

I will see what I can come up with,
ill post it here...errr...somewhere
lol

tomorrow mayhap, be good kid

11:40 PM  
Blogger Martyn said...

The sex and religion mix definitely DO work. Two primal motivations combined.

4:32 AM  
Blogger burning moon said...

lol, good for you Chris! I await your genius with bated breath!

Thanks Martyn. That's a good way to look at it. (is that really you in that photo?)

6:31 AM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

I have sorted through
the dusty corners

stirred spider web memories
to flutter and spiral
around us

Amongst the stained dog-eared
leaflets of time
beneath crumpled yellowing
news clip cut-outs
with graining pictures of
faces best forgotten
lest we forget

I found

and found
and kept finding
a word
a phrase
a single line scrawled
across the page

There are fuchsias in the attic
growing up between the floorboards
creeping to the filtered half light
streaking through shingle gaps

reaching
beseeching

clawing for the simple warmth
of sun

Your
shadow is moving
sideways across
the nailed packed boxes
darkening old photos
to slither slide
and creep up my thigh.

When your
face is against my throat
I will not speak
yet the sound
will cross from me to you
in vibrations
to make skin ripple
to make flesh dimple
to offer resurrection
of creation


We crave and
are not craven.

A glint in fist
the point sharp
you wrap a wrist around mine
and whisper

push it

Together
we thrust truth into my eye


And wait

4:22 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

yumm. this is so you. it feels like one of those that just flowed. was it?

I love this part:

When your
face is against my throat
I will not speak
yet the sound
will cross from me to you
in vibrations
to make skin ripple
to make flesh dimple
to offer resurrection
of creation


We crave and
are not craven.

8:54 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

Yep, just came pouring out, I sometimes think that perhaps, that is how I was always meant to write.

Thanks kid *smile*

4:32 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

I think that's how everyone is meant to write. I don't know how else you could do it really. Not poetry anyway. I can sit down to write prose deliberately, but poetry has to just fall out like that, otherwise it's just not the same.

The revision comes much later after you've gained a bit of distance from the writing.

4:55 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

only problem for me is, when I revise, it takes out the 'me' element to large extent which I'm not always happy about.

I like the 'me'
it is damaged
dangerous
and generally

capable of anything lol

I must be having an all about me day
*grins*

I have them from time to time

4:59 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

lol

5:57 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

lol

5:57 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

oh, I messaged you.

5:58 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

Yo kid, if your around
I sent you a couple of messages

talk soon

3:26 PM  
Blogger Alan said...

Put a fence post in,
build a stockade,
protect the vulnerable with wagons
put in a circle.

Put a penis in
and pause;
this is a zone of diffuse boundaries,
feather-edged by the delicate trust
put in intimacy.

Put the knife in
between my ribs;
remove the one that is yours.

Put in your request,
put a good word in for a sinner;
put a bid in for his soul.

Put the boot in now I’m down,
put an iron in the fire,
put your brand in my heart,
put me in an unlisted category
with the rustle of wings,
dragon’s breath,
riverdance,
and the hidden file
you put your secret thoughts in.

6:57 AM  
Blogger Alan said...

Hey Moon, I thought I had posted comments a couple of days ago but they must not have got through.

I tried your challenge, then went to post and found you said "push it in". S..t! Still, I'm not a pushy guy so it probably suits me better this way:)

Put a fence post in,
build a stockade,
protect the vulnerable with wagons
put in a circle.

Put a penis in
and pause;
this is a zone of diffuse boundaries,
feather-edged by the delicate trust
put in intimacy.

Put the knife in
between my ribs;
remove the one that is yours.

Put in your request,
put a good word in for a sinner;
put a bid in for his soul.

Put the boot in now I’m down,
put an iron in the fire,
put your brand in my heart,
put me in an unlisted category
with the rustle of wings,
dragon’s breath,
riverdance,
and the hidden file
you put your secret thoughts in.

7:01 AM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Great work Alan. Wow. I'm glad you were moved to write something in response to my challenge.

5:02 PM  
Blogger Michelle e o said...

Beautiful Burning. Hey, could you email me at mmb555@aol.com? Pretty please, I have a quick ? for you.

8:11 PM  
Blogger didi said...

Moon - this audio is cut off at the end. Pleae re-record for us. I had left you a previous note on your ODEO page.

Thank you,
Didi

4:57 AM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Thnks Didi, I'll try again. My computer seems to be having trouble with that site for some reason. I don't know why, it worked perfectly before.

2:48 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

sorry Didi, I had another try but it just won't work for me.

5:35 PM  

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