Sunday, December 5, 2010

Eskhara

I want to sing out
And fill the spaces between the bullets with something beautiful,
Something real,
Bang a tambourine and dance like grey-eyed Miriam through the desert sands,
In ecstasy.
But my mind is atrophied, the words, forgotten.
I am silence and the fear of a nation,
What you cannot see under the smooth mirrored surface:
The white flesh
(Must find the sun)
The scarred hand
(Taught by fire)
The tilted face
(Whispering in the dark)
Thoughts of
Damnation
And a world that burns now, even as we speak.

5 comments:

Old 333 said...

Well! That led to some interesting side reading. Thanks for it -

PG

Shan Mitchell said...

:D

bewitched said...

really like this Shan...really like it!
"But my mind is atrophied, the words, forgotten"

can relate to that line..

Shan Mitchell said...

Muchas gracias. I'm feeling a bit 'Games Without Frontiers' lately, if you couldn't tell. :D

Romantic Poetess said...

Super powerful words, I love a poem that takes you into the dark side and tells you to dance with a tambourine through the desert sands in ecstasy. I am in awe.