Sunday, March 08, 2009

The Blessing of Dust

Amid evening scents of old roses and fresh cut grass
she lays her mask on the bedside table
and rests her bones on alabaster satin.

In dreams the ocean washes her in teal
and gulls wheel above her. The bed becomes
a cushion of broken shells in which she is locked
as the key flies off through oily waters.

Nothing about hearts, nothing about flowers,
her face laid bare, she must slumber on
till dust or moss might bestow a sheen -
benediction of concealment.


Blogger Chris Never said...

ooo, the depths of this one interesting to plumb, complexities and beauty woven into a beautiful word scape.


1:55 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

lol, yep. I wrote this to a picture. Probably doesn't make much sense without the picture. I'll work on it a bit.

2:09 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

You have often used art/photo's etc as an inspiration for poetry, I have not done so for years, I should do it more often, it would be interesting to see what comes out of me so to speak lol

1:56 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

lol. Funny, I dreamed I met you last night.
We were standing beside a river.

2:04 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

was there any water in it?

If so, it wasn't over here lol

3:04 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...


and was I stunningly handsome?


3:07 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

there was shingle in it. And you were handsome, yes. And rsther disconcertingly affectionate too ;D

8:06 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

A shingle in the river?

What sort of shingle?

*laughs deeply*

I love that my affection was disconcerting, so it was one of "those" dreams lol

8:15 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

lots of little stones shingle. Behave yourself brat! um, not exactly one of 'those' dreams, but sort of, lol

8:34 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

oh ok, now I get it, I was thinking like a shingle roof lol

I will behave *lowers head meekly*

convincing huh?

Wonder what brought that on after all this time?

Wonder what the river signifies, time itself perhaps?

Interpreting dreams is a weird science.

9:09 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

yeah, funny aye. I haven't dreamt of you for years. Well, not that I really could dream of you anyway cos I don't really know what you look like. In my dream for example, you had brown hair, but you told me your hair is black. Go figure. I do find dreams quite fascinating though. It wasn't too bad a dream. We were just kissing and cuddling a lot. Quite nice really.

Another funny thing ... I said to one of the girls at work the other night that I had a ghost following me. For days I've been seeing someone out of the corner of my eye. I would SWEAR there was someone in the hall outside my bathroom a couple of days ago when I came out of the shower.

Some sort of premonition maybe ??

3:38 AM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

Someone is trying to make contact with you, either alive or not perhaps, try not to be afraid kid, try to open yourself to the sending and see what it tells you.

It can be many things, portent, warning, heads up,keep your eyes open, whatever it is about may not be immediately discernible in your day to day machinations, you may need to look deeper into things to find out what it all means.

I sound like a cheap soothsayer

Your lucky number this week is 256
Your lucky colour is alabaster


That'll be $20

2:16 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

yep. I'm reasonably open, though I think you have to be a bit careful about such things. Still, I thought it might have just been some sort of heads up about Richard's mother dying.

$20! A Bargain! lol. Can you give me the lotto numbers?

2:31 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

In the drawn order

17, 26, 2, 5, 11, 44

Sups 15,32

Now, if you win, I will expect half lol

2:43 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

lol, sweet! I'm gonna use those numbers this week!

7:34 PM  

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