for four days it hunkered in the beaker
frothing at first, a fizzing frenzy
corroding deceptively.
bubble.tipped it would lift with ten teeny gleambeads
to break the oiled surface of the vinegar universe
only to wobble~glide back into the ascerbic pool.



these.bones :
calcium carbonate crystals
are eggshells,
taking the weight of a man if standing straight
but easily crushed from the side.
a lifetime later, 
transluscent as a golden womb foetus
the naked egg
places its hands over its ears and begs

Don’t say love

and after three commonsense defying bounces
split.skinned and cosmos weary
slides its acetic secrets silently down the plug.`

~ by Beeskiffle on October 16, 2008.

5 Responses to “Thrings”

  1. Wondrous and Ebby perfect. Sound and image then the words disappear and a new reality replaces them in some unknowable process. So utterly original and completely magical and perfectly you.

  2. searing delicate freshnew unique poetry musical wordpainting, and profoundly touching (feeling in realtime so strong and centered power magical as paul says above
    new so please pardon stark intrusion, thank you (linked from gingatao feature artists

  3. Brilliant. Utterly brilliant. ((((((((((((((((you)))))))))))))xxx

  4. I like this metaphor and the descriptions — and distinctive style. Thanks.

  5. And the emotion is there, Ebby. It is subtle and unique and unclassifiable but it is real and it emanates out of the words some how.

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