INTERCESSION
I sweeten her life
with my voice.
Recite
as she dies
poems she likes
scattered fragments of her
childhood
the dictionary has a word for it
"loveless"
as clinical as that.
It pins her
like a butterfly
in a collection
in her father's study.
There is only my voice.
She smiles.
Steps into the poem
It closes
about her.
". . .THE WONDROUS ARCHITECTURE OF THE WORLDE. . . ."
There are no more words.
Only thought
that places her
in her poem
this her heaven.
My words
an intercession
taking her beyond
this world.
The words
love her.
I close her eyes.
I close my eyes.
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
INTERCESSION
I sweeten her life
with my voice.
Recite
as she dies
poems she likes
scattered fragments of her
childhood
the dictionary has a word for it
"loveless"
as clinical as that.
It pins her
like a butterfly
in a collection
in her father's study.
There is only my voice.
She smiles.
Steps into the poem
It closes
about her.
". . .THE WONDROUS ARCHITECTURE OF THE WORLDE. . . ."
There are no more words.
Only thought
that places her
in her poem
this her heaven.
My words
an intercession
taking her beyond
this world.
The words
love her.
I close her eyes.
I close my eyes.
***
Yet another poem from the wonderful writing class run by Lisa Kelly. Take two words randomly from the dictionary and follow where they lead you. My two words were "loveless" and "intercession."
