and then some
snow crunches and gives me away
as i stalk the howl of this january moon
a barefoot shivering gypsy
in a white gown meant for summer
snapping in the pearlesque breeze
the seasons have forgotten
how to be themselves
your forest is home
to a bird i cannot name
but i am not afraid
to stand here in the dark
not afraid to burrow under trees
and tunnel through silvery shadow
i already have my own scars
glinting white in the light
of fullness
when my back is turned
you trace them with your cold
clay shiver fingers
while i hold my breath
and play spectral
i know how much
you need
this map
.
..
.
Linking up today with the fabulous dVerse poets for Open Link Night
January 29th, 2013 at 9:09 am
stalking the howl of this january moon? It is fantastic, isn’t it? Heading out the door right now this early Tuesday morning to walk beneath it. Love your words.
January 29th, 2013 at 9:33 am
I love to burrow under trees. They are so protective and comforting.
January 29th, 2013 at 11:08 am
dang…solid write….the first stanza just grabs you…the stalking of the moon…your white scars….the intimacy of tracing them and them needing the map…nice….
January 29th, 2013 at 11:20 am
wow…fascinating images in this.. the map..playing spectral..really cool write..
January 29th, 2013 at 11:39 am
The dark, the light, the barefoot gypsy; shivery, chivalry, quite a vivid adventure.
January 29th, 2013 at 3:48 pm
Kelly, this is gorgeous..the moon..the scars..the map, I love it!
January 29th, 2013 at 4:22 pm
i like the pattern on the back being like a map. a map for love. a map for a relationship.
not alone
January 29th, 2013 at 5:24 pm
so visual and tactile… love it!
January 29th, 2013 at 5:28 pm
haunting… loved the season’s don’t know themselves… so true
January 29th, 2013 at 5:34 pm
What I enjoyed was that the seasons had forgotten how to be themselves! Perhaps because that is what I can identify with right now, with the oddest of winter weather. I also like the tracing of scars with cold fingers….brr, but so very evocative!
January 29th, 2013 at 6:33 pm
Beautiful!
January 29th, 2013 at 7:18 pm
Exquisite! The end is especially powerful. Bravo!
January 29th, 2013 at 7:22 pm
Oh wow, every bit of it…fantastic.
January 29th, 2013 at 8:02 pm
That’s pretty great right there.
January 29th, 2013 at 8:48 pm
‘the seasons have forgotten how to be themselves’ – this thought haunts me, sometimes everything seems inside out. Wonderful poetry!
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January 29th, 2013 at 8:59 pm
Got a chill reading this. Barefoot in winter under silver white moonlit sky–what is this spectral being that knows these woods? Excellent visuals subtly touch our skin with January’s frozen fingers in the reading of this. Liked this a lot.
January 29th, 2013 at 9:34 pm
so much to love about this, but especially the whole barefoot when you’re not supposed to be feel, the misbehaving seasons, the misbehaving you. (and, by the way, i see you haven’t put all your summer things away.) plus – gorgeous gorgeous image.
January 29th, 2013 at 10:21 pm
Love the imagery in this one. Your first verse made me oh so cold. Thanks for sharing!!
January 30th, 2013 at 6:51 am
You get a big WOW! for this one! Beautifully vivid write! I love it!
January 30th, 2013 at 9:31 am
One of my favorites Kelly, so very visual it was as though I was there.
January 30th, 2013 at 3:51 pm
I love the mystery you’ve conjured here!
January 31st, 2013 at 3:12 pm
pearlesque breeze <- brilliant
Wonderful poem to experience. The thought of driving forward through hardships to help another is very evident here.
January 31st, 2013 at 10:50 pm
“the seasons have forgotten
how to be themselves” naughty seasons! I love your imagery.
February 2nd, 2013 at 3:15 pm
A very beautiful and evocative poetry, there are many real images, there are many verses used in the right way for a definite effect