Beetling

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.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

11 thoughts on “Beetling”

  1. 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.

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