A twirl of blue satin tugged between your fingers Twining hard trying to keep it intact Crossing over, squeezing under and pulling out Learning to make your first knot Finding bliss in a tangled ribbon
It’s like a drug -except that it doesn’t come in a little orange box Or in the shape of a little white pill, But rather through a shiny, sleek, sharp blade That grazes over your skin Just like a red ribbon swaying in the wind.
Above the passing clouds the stars were moving.. As they would pass by they would sometimes split and travel to another dream.. We were watching this from my Grandmothers backyard in the past.. The night was cool and the grass was soft with a touch almost as cold as rain.. The stars became lights on a massive vessel that passed by in the past of my dreams.. My Dog Prince then came to me.. He has been dead for 24 years.. But he was there laying beside me in the cool dream grass.. The star vessel had no sound.. It was almost as if it was floating by like a massive balloon.. The ship left behind a streak of glowing rainbow ribbon in the night sky.. It slowly faded away into the now starless black sky.. My dog Prince was gone too.. I was now in the present awake in my bed...
Flesh is stripped away in grisly ribbons, It wraps around their mouths— suffocating. Twisted into the red string of fate, It ties stone crosses To the backs of martyrs, And crowns their skulls with poppies. Still, the rook will crow, And thick blood runs in opaque veils Down the innocent’s face.
The ribbon floats back home, Washed up on English rocks, Where the lover, the friend, and the family member, Allow it to curl around their littlest finger. Their tears join the sea.
What happened? To that fragile moment we held tight in our heats? Red glorious ribbons of Fate. The quiet comfort of long nights Pulled apart, worn by age, In which we talked. They lie dirtied on the ground. Till Dawn whispered to the stars, As they left, her tears washed it all away.
I forget where the idea of red ribbons came from, but I enjoy the idea of people being romantically linked by them. But when it falls apart that's where the imagery can really come alive in a way.