Crimson

Just found this gem by the author of The Glass Bangle, one of my favorite blogs. Eloquent, intensely visual poetry about writing, and about other things.

The Glass Bangle

He was a poet, dabbling

Pic COurtesy:MAte Marschalko; FlickrPic COurtesy:MAte Marschalko; Flickr

in words and quicksilver thoughts

They spoke to him

about silences and dreams in black and white

about unicorns and blood-red wine

and sharp shards of glass

She was a book

languishing on his desk, littered

with all he held dear

crumpled promises and whispered sighs

bittersweet memories of silken hair

fractured smiles and drained emotions

He wanted to fill her

with words etched in gilt and gold

he yearned to write about a

breathtaking smile that threatened

to cut his heart to shreds

leaving stains of rust and blood.

She waited with bated breath

hungering for his thoughts.

his blood crept onto the paper

the crimson bands on his wrists

brought salvation and redemption

embracing her finally.

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