Iron Poet Poems
"Shears" was written from my prompt!
Originally posted by ash_of_roses at Iron Poet Poems
Iron poet requests from over on Facebook.
Disclaimer: If you think I'm writing these about you, you're almost certainly wrong. I write about anything and anyone, in first, second, and third person. My preoccupations are not something I care to explain, very often.
Further Disclaimer: Livejournal hates my formatting. I don't know what these are gonna look like. Bear with me.
Requester: Ale
Words: crystal, pink, memory
Crystalography
Call me down a memory,
Faceted like chandelier drops
The sharp edges of pain have worn off,
Battered away by the sea.
All but the sharp edge of longing.
In the sumer I shatter
I fracture along the lines of old faults
Revealing interior crystals.
See this one, pink as innocent love.
See where it has grown smoke-blackened
But still retains
It's shine beneath the grime.
See this one, and that, vivid reds
Of old angers,
All grown cold now.
Do not look at the blue ones.
You were never meant to see them.
Deny my memories, which you have no part of.
Deny the history unwritten in my bones.
I dare you.
I cannot deny them any more
Than I can stand on the beach
And deny the rising tide.
But I have done both,
And will again.
Requester: Robert
Words: Loki, guitar, rose
Really I'm A War
I told you to call me Loki
In hopes you would think it all
Just a magnificent trick.
If so, I tricked myself;
Neither of us knows what we're doing,
Not even a little.
It rises in me like water,
Like the guitar before the chorus,
A prelude and a promise, a thimble and a threat.
Now I call on my mother's saints,
Because mine are no longer listening.
I apologize to my father's gods,
Because mine are not so forgiving.
Not to me.
I, who would be a rose
To drink soil and eat light
And know the harried days as soft rotations,
The beat to a melody no man knows.
Requester: Miles
Words: Quagmire, shimmer, ephemeral
Groundwater
The heart of the swamp is a spring of pure water.
The reek of rotting mud
The shimmerof gnats across the watertions,
Algea-green and algea-ephemeral
and yet--
and yet.
When they come to drain the swamp,
Build it up with pylond and rafters,
The water will still be there,
waiting.
The water will still sneak in,
Through basements and foundations,
Picking up mud as it goes
Darkening the cold, pure water.
Requester: Matt
Words: exception, satin, intergalactic
Pluto
Intergalactic mail does not reach me anymore.
The exceptions are care packages from Pluto
Which may not be a planet anymore,
But wants me to know it still CARES.
It sent me a dress last week,
Made of satin stitched with stars,
Soft as a childhood memory.
It was kindly meant, but not my color.
Requester: Adam
Words: award, alarm clock, glow stick
Just Say
If the summer wind should ask you
What name I go by these days,
Where I hide in air conditioning,
Why I never come out to play anymore--
just say
I'm not in love today.
If the autumn sky should ask you
Where to send my strange award,
Why my chimney bricks are cold to touch,
Why I stopped swinging glowsticks in the field--
just say
I'm not in love today.
If the winter rain should ask you
Why my windows are all still cracked,
Why no music spills out from them,
Or why the alarm clock never brings me outside anymore--
just say
I don't want to be in love today.
Requester: Deborah
Words: westerly, threads, gods
Shears
Atropos crouches over the threads;
her sisters work around her.
She will move when she is ready,
and not a moment sooner.
Even the gods
do not ask Atropos to move.
A westerly wind tangles her hair.
Atropos smiles,
and closes her hand
on the shears.
Originally posted by ash_of_roses at Iron Poet Poems
Iron poet requests from over on Facebook.
Disclaimer: If you think I'm writing these about you, you're almost certainly wrong. I write about anything and anyone, in first, second, and third person. My preoccupations are not something I care to explain, very often.
Further Disclaimer: Livejournal hates my formatting. I don't know what these are gonna look like. Bear with me.
Requester: Ale
Words: crystal, pink, memory
Crystalography
Call me down a memory,
Faceted like chandelier drops
The sharp edges of pain have worn off,
Battered away by the sea.
All but the sharp edge of longing.
In the sumer I shatter
I fracture along the lines of old faults
Revealing interior crystals.
See this one, pink as innocent love.
See where it has grown smoke-blackened
But still retains
It's shine beneath the grime.
See this one, and that, vivid reds
Of old angers,
All grown cold now.
Do not look at the blue ones.
You were never meant to see them.
Deny my memories, which you have no part of.
Deny the history unwritten in my bones.
I dare you.
I cannot deny them any more
Than I can stand on the beach
And deny the rising tide.
But I have done both,
And will again.
Requester: Robert
Words: Loki, guitar, rose
Really I'm A War
I told you to call me Loki
In hopes you would think it all
Just a magnificent trick.
If so, I tricked myself;
Neither of us knows what we're doing,
Not even a little.
It rises in me like water,
Like the guitar before the chorus,
A prelude and a promise, a thimble and a threat.
Now I call on my mother's saints,
Because mine are no longer listening.
I apologize to my father's gods,
Because mine are not so forgiving.
Not to me.
I, who would be a rose
To drink soil and eat light
And know the harried days as soft rotations,
The beat to a melody no man knows.
Requester: Miles
Words: Quagmire, shimmer, ephemeral
Groundwater
The heart of the swamp is a spring of pure water.
The reek of rotting mud
The shimmerof gnats across the watertions,
Algea-green and algea-ephemeral
and yet--
and yet.
When they come to drain the swamp,
Build it up with pylond and rafters,
The water will still be there,
waiting.
The water will still sneak in,
Through basements and foundations,
Picking up mud as it goes
Darkening the cold, pure water.
Requester: Matt
Words: exception, satin, intergalactic
Pluto
Intergalactic mail does not reach me anymore.
The exceptions are care packages from Pluto
Which may not be a planet anymore,
But wants me to know it still CARES.
It sent me a dress last week,
Made of satin stitched with stars,
Soft as a childhood memory.
It was kindly meant, but not my color.
Requester: Adam
Words: award, alarm clock, glow stick
Just Say
If the summer wind should ask you
What name I go by these days,
Where I hide in air conditioning,
Why I never come out to play anymore--
just say
I'm not in love today.
If the autumn sky should ask you
Where to send my strange award,
Why my chimney bricks are cold to touch,
Why I stopped swinging glowsticks in the field--
just say
I'm not in love today.
If the winter rain should ask you
Why my windows are all still cracked,
Why no music spills out from them,
Or why the alarm clock never brings me outside anymore--
just say
I don't want to be in love today.
Requester: Deborah
Words: westerly, threads, gods
Shears
Atropos crouches over the threads;
her sisters work around her.
She will move when she is ready,
and not a moment sooner.
Even the gods
do not ask Atropos to move.
A westerly wind tangles her hair.
Atropos smiles,
and closes her hand
on the shears.