ivy part II
what was it that you said to me about the moon,
how it had the magnitude to capture our shadows?
were those the exact words that you used?
i can remember the story of the princess,
who became trapped in the moon's reflection
on the surface of the lake.
we each recall the story differently -
you argue that she was a queen;
i do not think that it matters.
we wander into the forest.
the silence was uncomfortable;
i hesitate just for a moment.
you gently take my hand
and guide me from the path.
i will never find my way back.
the air is thick and pungent,
i can taste wet soil;
the stench of damp rot and decay.
'not much further,' you say.
i did not know you had a plan.
we came upon a well,
the crumbling stone;
overgrown with ivy.
i felt the wave of unease.
'look down it,'
i did not hesitate to obey.
it's so deep, is there something down there?
you ask me to imagine falling in.
but that is a game i will not play.
i do not know at what point
you let go of my hand.
it must have been when i turned;
you had already gone.
the roses we find
such a delicate flower
he held in his hand,
the petals he crushed
as if to take stand.
their fragrance was sweet
and felt like a cry;
so gentle and vulnerable,
the roses we find.
do flowers have spirits,
perhaps even a soul?
nobody has asked this
when cutting them all.
who are we to assume,
as arrogant as we are,
that we alone have feelings
when we destroy and command.
i know what burns within
i know the secrets that
i know the pain that
i know what lurks
a glittering container
of crystal and mottled mirrors.
an exquisite dome
built around me.
i spin in circles
and you show me how to dance
until you drop my hand and smile
before walking away.
i - must - get - out.
what can i use to smash through?
you take me by the hand once more
and we dance in circles
across the mirrored floor.
perceiving a lake in the distance
obscured within a knotted forest.
the path, at first, appeared quite hidden
and the lake beyond my clasp.
so profound were those waters -
the glass surface glistened and shone,
but underneath was murky, i faltered:
what hidden bodies would i unearth?
the sylvan setting seemed hospitable
and concealed my lake from view.
my arms they bled from wading branches
and following the path i knew.
determined was i to swim those waters,
pushing until i could break through.