#morphing
i bathe with insects, young brittle, black, brown. the beetle’s wing shimmers in the soviet fluorescent light. the dragon sits on my left earlobe, a light flower, a couple of words. an exchange of human pollen. as it rests on my body, it doesn’t forget that the light exists. but it seems to question it. why do you need that light, when you can bathe your body in the darkness, when your eyes are already blind in today’s farming. you don’t know it yet, institutions hate insects more than you.
the lizard rehearses gravity, skating on the grey plastic door. it sticks its tongue out. its tail is cut off. it will grow again. we won’t. the housefly is an acrobat. it balances itself on my shoulders as the cold water polishes my skin. oasis to a desert. first the drops tiptoe, and then gravity plays the instrument. then clarity. they hide in the walls. the walls have porous holes. like cicadas in Leicester. water drizzles across my bones, skin and organs. the gecko stares at the hair on my chest and then flops to my right shoulder. the water glides past its ochre body. is it elastic? like our morals. keep sticking to the same thing and the thing becomes ethical. the water doesn’t affect it at all.
you can never truly undress yourself. like atoms, like conscience. like water. the insects do not leave. they stay hidden. the gecko and i share a moment of understanding, a brief nod. a moment of freedom. its body glides on water and my retina loses sight of the lights. a brief nod, another splash of water. a room of 20 square feet and a thousand organisms. they do not suffocate you. a world of about eight billion humans. where does life draw the line? they come out of their holes and lick the lights. they have entered their prison. i have entered mine. we are all being farmed but there are no fruits.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 9:37 AM UTC
GOLD AND BLOOD
Mantis eyes magnetised her sister’s heart
felt its imprisoned glint of gold
willed it to enlarge into a
lotus leaf upon a sea
It floats on a lake of blood before
dawn turning hot burning blue
heat of her own blood
gold of her own heat
‘Let her not drown in
bloodied gold of red
running thick and deep’
So she murmured, so they did
To a shore of soft sand
Heart sailed escorted by
obsidian lidded dragons
gloomy gold unshackling
Guts, throat, tongue
puddle, pond, lake of
blood transmuted to turquoise
gold and blood morphing
Cupids created decoupage dishes
with bloodied dollars gold
called for another stint
to alchemise pentacles cold
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2018
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 11:36 PM UTC
It is not somewhere over the Rainbow
Beyond Mother's breath or
In the devices of ancient
Or modern hands bereft
We touch it in our pathos
And empathy from
Time to time
Through a shallow fading
Gravel bed
Filtering a bitter water table perhaps
Whilst the tender leaf of spring
Feels it
In the autumn of unconditional
Acceptance of the inevitable
Morning frost
Cold relentless rains
And colourful leaves
falling to their death
In beauty
So far removed from our bipedal Posturing
And upright positioning at the Computer
Desk knowing there is no mystery here
No wild cry in the night
Only electronic and organic
Bleeps and drones and
Aw! there… I heard it again
A lost chord
A missing link
That the wild
Creatures understand
Of what we sometimes feel nearer in our shared limbic
Brain seldom penetrated through
Our domineering eyes planted Firmly in front
Of the gray dross from an eternal Fire
We spend our given time on
This planet trying to douse when The rest
Of creation knows the need for Its
Purification and leaps willingly Into its
All-consuming heart as we
Live in fear of the unknown
And of fear itself
Keeping us estranged from the Cosmic mysterium which Provokes us to awaken
To the wondrous eternal
Which will
Alter our deluded consciousness
To see what has been seen Through the
Unknown eons to help us take to The fire
We only catch a whiff of in the Twilight
Of our hopes and selfless dreams
So we will rise through the
Dry brown leaves of our once Tender
Green vision of an ever-changing Universe
Which whispers louder and Louder in our darkness
Until we cease our chatter and
Learn to listen to the serene Silence
Of an eternal vibration Heightening
Morphing
Less organic much more
Ethereal
spiritual
Crawling further and further
From the pulse of the earth
As we shed thickened skin which
Once replaced thin soft Unprotected flesh
Needing protection from Extraneous
Sources to cover what should Have been
Eternally naked bare to the Elements
Not limited to a frail carcass Which
Will ultimately be left behind as We
Transform into our individual Eternal temples to
Join in worship with the rest of Creation
To be the living offering
At the foot of the
Eternal voice ineffable
Not waiting to be obeyed
In mass procession but
As individual as one spark Igniting
A plot of trees newly released as Mystery
Revealed ever so slightly in the Wake of
The burial of earthbound mind Steeped in
Temporal ancient tradition Fermented in
Oak casks which were made to Remain
And grow in their ****** state
As we hear distant yet distinct Whispers of
The origin of our human calling Above and beyond
Thoreau's distant drummer’s Near silent tremors of the
Most ancient rhythms Now mostly echoes as we
March to
And follow our own drummer
Leading the way back home
As we at times seem to distinctly
Hear original rhythm's calling
As we try so earnestly to
Respond like a dying sea
Longing to once again sway
To the beckoning moon
Often keeping in step
With our
Own inner drummer who
Is always trying to keep
Time by asking
"Are we prepared to give
Into what we will
Inevitably meet in the end?"
Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 8:24 AM UTC
Its been a long time
We haven't seen each other
you and me
the one inside that fills my soul
the one who only knows my role
you are I and I am you
striving thinking and praying
what should we do
you're married now,
who knew
that that man in the mirror was looking at you
you combed his hair
you let him near
you listened to his goals and his fears
all in all keeping a distance to keep him near
you married him and thats all you know
how to love is a great mystery
and we know thats why we are here
to learn
to be taught
to feed our souls for that one thought
of what to do
being loved, by me to you
I said who knew
you
thats who.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC
Melting flesh falling into place.
Calling out different words.
Two minds, two different eyes.
I see you differently.
How you changed your heart towards my soul.
How you changed your attitude towards this seemingly always happy home.
You were worried and you kept your mouth shut.
You pat my back gently and asked me if I was okay.
When I was okay, you shot bullets at me.
Are you scared of caring?
Scared of showing the soft kind heart within?
I know it because when you morphed, your heart shone through the tissues of your body....I saw it.
It was beautiful...
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC
After decades and decades of distance
I've found you
The sluggish, torturous moments of the laps
have finally passed.
Time has bruised me, pounded me, bled me
to the core.
Hours spent as a pack of wolves,
howling for a soul.
I've hunted, starving in my travels.
Searching for you.
Me, a pack of hunting dogs not just stalking
quietly through still woods....
but bolting with snarling furled lips....
exposing razor sharp fangs to sink deep within
the throat of the love I long for.
Hold tight until the struggling gazelle gasps its last.
The hunt is over,
the heart full from the gorging.
Purring in each others company.
While resting tranquilly on the aromatic clover.
Riffles unable to focus, our stripes blending,
as our bodies merge.
The great cats we are, no predator to fear.
We slumber and bask in our regal glory.
Our cat eyes fixed on each other!
© Crystal Erickson 12/14/07
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC