The Real LJ Idol * Season 11 * Week 11: Wild Goose Chase
The horizon downy soft,
hazily illuminated
but the vision wavered as
Golden eggs
rolled down my
knobbed spine, breaking bones,
opening bloody paths,
pulling at the hooks under my
sinew.
There is a price to pay for every
Luxury. I went looking for the
Goose.
Wild-eyed I searched and
Evaded snatching hands and
a greedy mouth
hungry for a taste,
Pieces of me felled and rotting
Sulfurous and forgotten.
I followed lead eggs gilded
in fool’s gold
Still looking for the
Goose,
Never seeing my white feathers
or recognizing my brash voice
never guessing at the gifts
I bestowed,
preoccupied by
the blade held to my throat
wielded with demands of
More More More,
give More.
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hazily illuminated
but the vision wavered as
Golden eggs
rolled down my
knobbed spine, breaking bones,
opening bloody paths,
pulling at the hooks under my
sinew.
There is a price to pay for every
Luxury. I went looking for the
Goose.
Wild-eyed I searched and
Evaded snatching hands and
a greedy mouth
hungry for a taste,
Pieces of me felled and rotting
Sulfurous and forgotten.
I followed lead eggs gilded
in fool’s gold
Still looking for the
Goose,
Never seeing my white feathers
or recognizing my brash voice
never guessing at the gifts
I bestowed,
preoccupied by
the blade held to my throat
wielded with demands of
More More More,
give More.
***
If you liked this poem and would like to vote for it, please do so here https://therealljidol.livejournal.com/1100331.html. Poll closes Sunday January 26th 2020 at 8PM EST.