Half-Word

I was there,
ankle deep in vermilion gore,
when yesterday slit her wrists,
someone said the last gasp was a word, a half-word,
perhaps just a curse, a half-curse,
on vengeful time,
that curled like a cat in the sun,
upon the sill of the horizon,
stopping the light,
blotting the shadow,
staining the blood;

what is the premise of today’s birth,
the misconception of its being,
when you can see the edge of illusion,
the sticky threads of a price tag peeled away,
the sharp incision of pain is real,
though the cheap switch-knife is a stolen kiss,
though the veins are bluebell stems in flower,
though this crimson ache under my fingernails is warm,
though i know you watch through a two faced mirror
the gaping wound of a scream;

I was there,
and I heard,
the half-word that was the half-curse,
that was a gasp,
that was real. Yesterday.

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30 thoughts on “Half-Word

  1. This is a terrific piece of work Thotpurge. I had to read it twice not because it was obscure in the first reading, but because it intrigued me.

    This is a layered piece, and needs to be read carefully. Incisive, and brilliant. The words: though the veins are bluebell stems in flower, describes the fragileness of the issue.

    This is serious poetry!

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  2. This funeral custom is a new one to me! but I imagine that violent deaths in the real world (as well as the reel world) reek like this and speak like this in half tones like a cat on the windowsill lapping up blood that no revenge can make right again. If “yesterday slit her wrists” it was in horror, and it makes me, too, wonder about today If only it stops being aboput the pricetag. Sigh. Power, power in this poem.

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    1. Thanks Susan. A bit off prompt, but then I suppose it is not only people that die, one day departs spawning another, sometimes at too high a price.. it’s all the muse offered πŸ™‚

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  3. “vengeful time,
    that curled like a cat in the sun,
    upon the sill of the horizon,
    stopping the light,
    blotting the shadow,
    staining the blood;”…Wow…love to be steeped in such richness of language….

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      1. Your welcome, I would greatly appreciate it if you could have a look at my page as well, would love to hear your views. Cheers! πŸ™‚

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