Her hair is sweet like cinnamon
I gulp it up
Like our latest dosage of Risperdone
We plunge into the styx
Knock on the warden's door
He is busy
Watering flowers
Putting up trees
Stocking shelves
Tending carefully
We groan in lemon
Fixed to our bed
Drinking sweet elixir
Wishing we didn't
Such a strong urge to stop from calling
We scrabble in the sticks
Dreaming in onyx
Praying in stars
Today is heavy
We hope that tomorrow is lighter
I hold onto the scent of hair
Snuggle up and sleep
It is sweet
Intoxicating.
Stunning.
ReplyDeleteOh yeah. Nice!
ReplyDeleteLove this especially; "Dreaming in onyx/Praying in stars/Today is heavy/We hope that tomorrow is lighter."💖
ReplyDeleteHow gorgeous: "Her hair is sweet like cinnamon
ReplyDeleteI gulp it up"
I am nuts over this line: "We groan in lemon"
Also this: "Dreaming in onyx
Praying in stars"
Beautiful closing --- those last four lines.
My favourite part of this poem is the list of the warden's duties. You made very good use of the words - excellent descriptions throughout.
ReplyDeleteA beauty, Jae! Cinnamon hair, dreaming in onyx, praying on stars. Gorgeous phrasing.
ReplyDelete"We groan in lemon
ReplyDeleteFixed to our bed
Drinking sweet elixir"
Excellent!
I love your writing.
ReplyDeleteThe plunging into Styx really brought out the darkness, and the sense of being saved by falling to sleep.
ReplyDeleteOne of your best. I love the cinnamon hair.
ReplyDeleteOnce again you produce such beautiful imagery in your writing Jae.
ReplyDeleteMakes me think of addiction... very interesting poem -
ReplyDeleteDreaming in onyx and praying in stars........and thankful for sleep. Beautiful, as always, my friend.
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