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
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:
"Morning dressed herself in black
Opened the door to the sun
With a key pressed in a bar of soap"
Beautiful.
i like how you have swirled this poem around on itself; lovely use of words, motif and mood. damn, you're good!
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