For Jilly’s days of unreason prompt.
“Love is raw as freshly cut meat,
mean as a beetle on the track of dung”
~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason
Beetling beneath the skin,
clinging to blood cells,
filling the empty spaces behind the eyes
and the empty air between the fingers,
love grows, swells, never ending,
the cauldron that never empties,
the wishes that are never done,
an addiction, a prop,
the lynchpin and the hub of my tiny world—
treat it gently,
because only you can crush its magic.
The lynchpin! This is so head-achingly good, Jane! Love that you verbed beetle (I think Charley did that, too.) Clever twist! Now we need to work on clearing that migraine out of town.
It’s a good word to beetle 🙂
To verb, I mean.
I love verbing beetle, too. So clever, Jane. Hope you’re feeling better.
Thanks Merril, I was…briefly.
A truly lovely write Jane. Hope the migraine falls away.
Thanks Lyn 🙂 It will eventually.
The growing of love under the skin… almost rash-like… to become that necessary element. Beautifully done, Jane.
Thanks Charley 🙂
Great way to end it.
Thank you!