Will I listen? Will you?
There are doors
Growing in my rootways
Tunnels
Like crypts and throne rooms
Lit by liquid albumin
Where heat crushed stone
Into crystal
Wicked from foundations
Sweating,
Birthing the world
I have brought dragons
Into the arms of their mothers
I am not fear or meat.
Will you listen?
Linking with The Sunday Muse and Poets United. This week is a bit of a mix in terms of the story; I've lately found myself at odds with several books I've tried to read and that's souring the writing a bit. So making nice with a grumpy lion? Relatable. :)
-- Chrissa
Fresh and original Chrissa, I enjoyed the evident passion and yearnings suffused into this piece. Thank you...
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love those first and last lines Chrissa! There is always so much more to every creature in this world. Histories, secrets, desires and purpose! This is as magnificent as the lion himself!
ReplyDeleteYou certainly made me listen - a crisp and clear poem
ReplyDelete"I am not fear or meat" She is neither predator nor prey. Just simply asking for "you" to listen. I think the poem is tied together very nicely with the title.
ReplyDeleteYou are not alone, sister! I spent over 10 hours flying, so I did quite a bit of reading, tried to catch up with books I've been keeping since forever. A few of them just... annoyed me. Thank goodness for the good ones, the great ones--a book of poetry by Khaya and a book in one of my favorite series--if I hadn't had them with me, I would be grumpier than your lion.
ReplyDeleteSo primal and of a fantasy realm. I like I'm not fear or meat!
ReplyDeleteI think I enjoyed your note at the end as much as your poem. LOL. Your poem is wonderful! Crypts and throne rooms and dragons. What's not to love?
ReplyDeleteUgh, yes, the disappointment in what appeared to be a promising read can be sooooo frustrating. I had a few this year that really bugged me so much I still make a face when I think of them.
ReplyDeleteThe poem is magnificent. You brought not just the lion's ferocity but the surety of its strength.
Nothig like a grumpy lion o which to vent our annoyance. But of the poem you shoukd be righly 'pride' , erm proud.
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love this!!❤️ You certainly got my attention!
ReplyDeleteYou made me listen! I love this poem.
ReplyDeleteOh... there are lots of grumpy lions out there... (I might be one, but now I listen)
ReplyDeleteAh, yes, we here in the blogosphere always listen...smiles. And some weeks ARE better than others.
ReplyDeleteI relatable (I've so been there) backstory to an intriguing piece.
ReplyDeleteI love this, Chrissa. Not meat or fear. Why don't they listen?
ReplyDeleteI love how you draw us into the fantasy, loved it.
ReplyDeleteMy wife's star sign was Leo so I can quite understand how you feel!
ReplyDeleteStrong write Chrissa, very engaging!
ReplyDeleteFascinating imagery, very understandable emotions.
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