Written for RivaMika Week 2.0 Day 5, February 2014
Prompt: Four Seasons + Smut
Note: the title actually refers to the alternative name for the Horae (the Greek goddesses of the seasons)
See end for additional notes
fragile cocoon
you unwrap me
with cool April fingers
slipping through silk
as the baby's breath shivers
under the green drizzle
and gossamer webs
break into white whispers
parched
the red sand simmers
between your teeth
a thieving bedouin
roaming swollen dunes
climbing from tide to ripped tide
lapping at the sultry waves
that rise like new wine
over fever-laced skins
bring your grim sickle
your ravenous missile
to reap
to sow
to spread me out low
on your night floor of threshing
and I will scatter my grains
those petrified chains
as you grind me to the dust
from whence I came
cracked
these mirrors freeze over
as your poisoned ash drifts
down down down
through the icy sheets
and we fall in that place
where no one can see
the stilled breath
the black death
and the heather that blooms
in the shade of a withered oak tree.
Notes:
- Yes, the baby's breath, heather and oak tree are symbolic
- Oui oui, la petit mort
- Bonus: count the stanza lines for fun (yes, it was deliberate)