Colossus – A Poem

She finds pleasure in how sharp
the thorns are,
in the way they tentatively wrap
and cling into her skin in ever
gentle, shallow piercings.

The colossus screams
in the frenzy of his midnight delusion.

They met in an emancipated hostel overlooking
the blue pink valley.
She into fashion design
and her an unpublished writer
and each a captive second
in the soul of the other.
The one had a meticulous richness
that she found
seasonally contrasted her.

“But then it was always only but a matter of nature,”
she said to her one evening
as the robin’s wavering song drowned
in the currents of the river below.

“So it is fixed?”

“Yes.”

“And there is nothing that can be done?”

“No.”

She set a gaze upon her leather brown shoes
and felt uncomfortable.
Time had imposed itself on them
and the moon forced her to sit upright.
A timid light was cast over her
that she mistakenly
interpreted.

Under the bright day the colossus sleeps.

She marvels at the stinging red bruises
all over her body.
The small rails of blood bring an
inhibited joy.

Advertisements

10 thoughts on “Colossus – A Poem

  1. Joseph, I liked this very much. While the language was unassuming the thread of the narrative was glistening. Just a suggestion–perhaps trying it out as a proem would suit it better as it needs to be taken, I think, in an entirety as opposed to placing it in lines. Smiles…>KB

    • Thank you KB, I am glad you liked it! Not being too familiar with a proem, I looked it up, and am not sure I understand your suggestion. From what I found, it is a preamble, but I don’t think this is what you mean. Could you elaborate more so I can take your advice into consideration in the proper context? Thanks as always for your feedback!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s