He who gives Me – taketh the Stone
Eats the Loverslips – sways her Bones
To magical heights – or was it a depth
A lapse in heart pulse – or justified death
A Man who touches such as this – hands
Never take their leave, I part my Ocean Seas –
I forge a New Iron – I’ve done my part!
Played the Pale Woman, swooned ‘pon
Settee, as He crouched – Black-Panther-Pawed…&
Touched me once. Buried the blood.
Sawed away the Extra Bone – made moot
Passages, linings, sheets, linens and ev’ry Fair Tiding
I do not care for this propping up of Spine
I don’t wish to revive this Corpse, if She
be Mine.
Editor’s Note: This poem will appear in Elisabeth’s collection Odd list Odd house Odd me, now available for pre-order from Twist in Time Press. Many thanks to the Twist in Time team for permission to publish it here!
Elisabeth Horan is an imperfect creature from Vermont advocating for animals, children and those suffering alone and in pain – especially those ostracized by disability and mental illness. Elisabeth is Lead Editor at Animal Heart Press and glides along as Co-Editor of IceFloe Press, Toronto.
She recently earned her MFA from Lindenwood University and received a 2018 Best of the Net Nomination from Midnight Lane Boutique and a 2018 Pushcart Nomination from Cease Cows. She has books coming out in 2019 with Fly on the Wall Poetry Press, Rhythm & Bones Press, Flypaper Magazine, and Hedgehog Poetry Press.
Follow her on Twitter @ehoranpoet or connect on her website ehoranpoet.com.
(And don’t miss Elisabeth’s moving, musing poem Bad Neighbors. – Elephants Never)