Monday, June 23, 2008

And What of the Moss

The couple you saw
lying deep inside themselves

their backs pressed into
that tall blue field

their hands touching

the grass and its sway.

There was a stolen bicycle chained
to a crucifix.

The Born Again don’t bleed

or pedal -- really.

I looked, once, into
those gray polished stones.

The woman's lips were moving.

The man was closing his eyes.

5 comments:

Mark said...

You always find the most unexpectedly agreeable combinations of images. I like the finale on this one. I have some very specific gray stones come to mind, I think they came out of an aquarium my wife used to have. I read this and I heard those polished stones clacking against each other, a sound like billiard balls, cold and glassy and a little heavier than expected.

Not to mention the tall blue field... nice work. :)

Neil Kelly said...

Really nice, Charmi, but you always leave me wanting more.

Charmi said...

Thanks, Mark, Neil.

Neil, sorry about leaving you wanting. Perhaps more will come later. I felt fairly strongly about that couple image, but then my mind seemed to see different things. I suppose the arc just isn't quite there.

Talia Reed said...

I'm with Neil...I want more. And really beautiful images. Well done.

Charmi said...

Thanks, Talia. I'll keep it churning in the back of my head. I think if anything is added it will go inside what I already have.