I went back to the magnets and looked at the second and third sets of tiles. I haven’t rearranged the Oracle’s words, just let her tell it like it is. The messages are not very clear (except in parts).
Have a pound, a smooth bed, you/his. This is delirious, could be their crush.
Faster, spring runs to a stop where the sun don’t shine, urging blood for watching—
it smeared these peaches pink as I was eating, petal pink.
I am ying, never yang, swimming through life like honey and the lazy whisper in my head that says, yes, you can have that gown
~all blue and purple with rain~
women can scream too, use their tongues to corrode the edifice, and if you say we are just bitter, that is why we must.
In answer to Paul Brookes’ hedgehog and tea towel questions which you can see here (WP can feck off with it’s stupid questions).
Once were tea towels
smart-checked and striped, holes now united by threadbare, unravelled warp and weft, linted and loose-threaded, shoe-cleaners, floor-wipers, the unnameable rags that line forgotten places.
~Not all forgotten, not by all~
a hedgehog home, deep in the pile of cracked roof tiles and bricks, beam splinters ancient plaster, is lined with linen, embroidered with oak leaves, spiked and span, gathered by prickles, wind holes filled with moss, a winter sleep away from spring.
For the penultimate day of Paul Brookes’ April poetry challenge, inspired by Anjum Wasim Dar’s painting, Oxygen. I’ve just written and sent off the final poem for the challenge with a feeling of a job well done, but regret that it’s over too. Please go to Paul’s blog to read all the poems. No regrets there.
When the leaves are drying, curling, rattling in the rising wind, sharp as the gunshots that ring from side to valley side, autumn’s beauty marred by brutes, it’s hard to remember
~ spring ~
bird racket and squirrels leaping where leaves unfurl, the stream racing after the rains, light falling bright and green, falling on a mallard turning in the flood, her chicks bobbing boats in a baby’s bath, their new voices thrilling.