She entranced the forest in search of bone
in search of wood and bone and briar
she entered the forest in search of wood
coming instead upon its fire
"What name?" she asked of the flame
as it grew ever and ever higher
"What name, my name, child?....Well, I
be called...I be called.. DESIRE"
She shadowed the forest in search of wood
in search of wood and bone and briar
she stalked the forest in search of bone
coming instead upon its mire
"Where are the bones? she asked, The
bones I seek and too so long aspire"
Replied the bog.."I have eaten the bones, lovely
each one, bones feed well my swampy FIRE"
She rambled the forest in search of bone
in search of wood and bone and briar
she roamed the forest in search of home
sinking instead to its DESIRE
Calling she " Oh Forest, Where can I rest;
rest my wearied and long DESIRE?" ...."Here,
here... echoed the forest, be it your bed
within the heart of my.. Sweet Rose Briar"
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011
Posted for Magpie Tales.....
Y O U A R E G O O D !!!!!
ReplyDeleteAnd now I desire
Some wood, bone, briar
And maybe a little fire
PEACE!
Really intriguing piece, beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThis was beautiful and mysterious.
ReplyDeleteMelodious!
ReplyDeleteFine, so fine. How I've known that Forest since I was a child ... its shadow always on my home, its enchantment devouring, death to enter, impossible to resist. Eros is a prickly frame, a rose with thorns, a briar patch of gorgeous wounds and the stench of lust, its thickets everywhere we seek a home. Gorgeous and frightening poem. - Brendan
ReplyDeletea rather enchanting write...perhaps she got what she needed instead of what she wanted...
ReplyDeleteIt unfolded like a fantasy film, bkm. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteOh that sings off my tongue and I read it aloud and am in awe..
ReplyDeleteThat was so lyrical! I hear troubadours singing that fantasy song as I'm transported to a time long ago.
ReplyDeleteSo many of your followers mentioned the lyrical aspect of this Magpie ~~ it's true, with a simple single instrument accompaniment I can hear it.
ReplyDeleteComing instead of fire, that is a powerful statement
ReplyDeleteI love the mystery in this.
ReplyDeletePoetry24…where news is the Muse
this is a beautiful story...
ReplyDeletethe rhythm is wonderful
Surely a haunting piece. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteA magical mystery tale, not tour...
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! Very clever form/
ReplyDeleteYes, I really loved it, the lyrical and the journey.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and rhythmic, I loved it. :-)
ReplyDeleteEnchanting and mysterious. Enjoyable to read.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful,lyrical and mysterious....
ReplyDeleteSo much visuals..enjoyed
Wow! Amazing poem.
ReplyDeleteThe repetition is endearing. Enchanting tale.
ReplyDeleteA very rare thing, a true poetic voice.
ReplyDeleteThe trio of wood, bone and briar combine to make such magic.
ReplyDeletewhat a sweet sweet adventure! beautiful poetry!
ReplyDeleteStunning piece... simply beautiful!
ReplyDeleteYou have a wondrous way with words, bkm...
ReplyDeleteAs I was reading this poem, I felt like I was assuming the character of the "she" in the poem... what an adventure it was!!
I salute your ability to PULL your readers right INTO your poems, my dear.. really.. a beautifully captivating magpie!
Love the rhythmic quality of this one.
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