Monday, November 29, 2010

Skeleton Key

Obernewtynb ~ Donato Giancola

Morning dressed herself in black
Opened the door to the sun
With a key pressed in a bar of soap

Mourning dressed herself in amber
Closed the door on all before her
Bolted with catechism and holy water

The bars of my cage leave a shadow permanent
Across the bridge of my nose
My mouth describes a downward arc
To spark the star between my eyes

Morning rose in waves of amber
Cold against the doors of dawn
A key to impress a bar of soap

Mourning rose in waves of black
No key for tomorrow’s doors
Unquenched by catechism or holy water

3 comments:

Sofia | Freebird said...

"Morning dressed herself in black
Opened the door to the sun
With a key pressed in a bar of soap"


Beautiful.

Harlequin said...

i like how you have swirled this poem around on itself; lovely use of words, motif and mood. damn, you're good!

Pisces Iscariot said...

Sofia: Thank you, and thanks for visiting.

Harlequin: you words are very welcome (as usual) :)