PouringOutTheSun

Ireland

“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood, like a hundred golden urns pouring out the sun.” -Madeline Miller, “The Song Of Achilles.”

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I just took this out of my notes and fixed it up in a few different ways !! I don’t usually write poetry in this format so I am sorry if it reads all clunky-like.

What’s Stronger: Divinity or Death?

August 31, 2019

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My father was not a good man,
His teeth were sharp and his skin gleamed bone-white.
I once held a hand to his cheek and it came back frost bitten, 

My mother was a good woman.
Her laughter tinkled, clear as a bell and her teeth fit all nicely together, never too many for her mouth.
I once held a hand to her cheek and her tears stained it silver.
So, now I have a cold silver and a warm silver, 
One for each hand.

My brother was not a happy boy.
The space between his ribs, it was never enough
 And so, the star our father trapped in there died, like a whisper on the wind.
I once pressed my cheek to his and soaked up some of his thoughts.
He did not stain me in any way, he was always too ghostly for that,
A perfect example of the impermanence.

My sister was a happy girl.
Took after our mother, her lips like a rose bud, her hair the colour of clouds.
I once pressed my cheek to hers and she stained me with gold.
My cheeks did not match, it left me off balance,
Prone to accidents. 
My blood glimmers against marble and my father says that’s the only right thing about me.

I was a girl
Just a girl who lived off of the emotions of others around me.
Let their mortality stain me like paint swirling across water.
I don’t shed my skin in a blinding flash anymore.
Too many burnt and bloody eyes litter the path behind me.

your brother had blue eyes, didn’t he? they always were so cloudy.

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2 Comments
  • weirdo

    this is absolutely beautiful. the comparisons you use really strengthened the emotional impact. amazing, as always


    6 months ago
  • Anha

    oh gosh this is incredible. it's so obtuse yet so universal...no words for the beauty and tragedy this piece expresses. the coda is especially chilling; almost reminds me of atlas and his sky-born sorrow.


    6 months ago