what's your favorite poem!

Discussion in 'General Chatter' started by rats, Oct 30, 2018.

  1. rigel

    rigel youve got teeth for a reason, dont you?

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  2. rats

    rats 21 Bright Forge Shatters The Void

    back to share this tasty morsel
    in retrospect it is probably a fan poem for a fandom/pairing that im not sure of but it's still good as hell

    when is a martyr not a martyr?
    he asks over afternoon tea, the evening
    i run away for the third time and return
    three hours later, crying into my
    cassette tapes and splintered knuckles.
    i still cannot meet his eyes.
    i pull my fingers over the hyacinth petals,
    the ones on his countertop from three
    weeks ago, over and over, until it feels
    more like cowardice, more like hiding.
    he grabs my hand, turns it into butterflies,
    his irises a radar of warmth and starlight,
    and he mumbles the question again.
    I hum in response, baritone meeting static
    for the first time, and he paints my arms gold, magicks my mouth into sunrise so
    i’ll give him an answer, and he replies,
    when he saves everyone but himself.
    the meaning sinks in, and he holds my
    shoulders while I tremble myself into an
    earthquake; frantic, my hair becomes snakes,
    becomes wisps of smoke, becomes moonlight.
    i shiver into a new dawn.

    https://allpoetry.com/poem/14106292-of-martyrs-and-orchid-sunrise-by-SmaugySmaug
     
  3. chthonicfatigue

    chthonicfatigue Bitten by a radioactive trickster god

    Ok this one got me down deep:

    Selkie
    Rachel Plummer


    The secret me is a boy.

    He takes girlness off like a sealskin:
    something that never sat right on his shoulders.

    The secret me is broad-shouldered;
    the sea can’t contain him,

    the land can’t anchor his waves
    to its sand.

    The secret me swims
    with the big fish, brash, he swaggers

    like a mermaid, bares teeth
    like daggers, barks at the moon when it’s thin.

    He’s whiskered, that boy. Thick-skinned.
    Quick-finned, always turning tail.

    He wears his own skin like a sail,
    lets it carry him to where

    salt swallows mouthfuls of air.
    Let them find me there by the shore:

    the girl-seal with a secret
    boy inside. Rough-voiced. Black-eyed.

    Washed bare
    as the beach by the tide.
     
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