already without flowers; the heart is a lonely hunter
The map between the dress and her voice exposed
Her hopes
Even more
Heavy with secrets
Eating trapped truths
Adorned around her neckline
Rearranging their order with a sharp noise
Ticking like a clock
Inside
She redraws the map
At her back, a lion and its prey
Lost between the river and the sea
On her chest
Nettles and thorns form a perfect labyrinth
Embroidered in white
Light as bones
You bury her this way
Here where the river becomes a salty wound
Underneath the limits of language
No one can no longer light
The torch that illuminates the ritual
Ending with you,
Rose
Poetry by Emelén
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Written on 2012-05-30 at 23:55
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dear Rose
The map between the dress and her voice exposed
Her hopes
Even more
Heavy with secrets
Eating trapped truths
Adorned around her neckline
Rearranging their order with a sharp noise
Ticking like a clock
Inside
She redraws the map
At her back, a lion and its prey
Lost between the river and the sea
On her chest
Nettles and thorns form a perfect labyrinth
Embroidered in white
Light as bones
You bury her this way
Here where the river becomes a salty wound
Underneath the limits of language
No one can no longer light
The torch that illuminates the ritual
Ending with you,
Rose
Poetry by Emelén
Read 1205 times
Written on 2012-05-30 at 23:55
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