Saturday, January 2, 2010

Talia lit

Talia lit
a candied wick,
her annual try
to melt away
the cherry-glazed
sadness,

but having
no taste for cake
and no fondness
for pie, she drips pink-
blue stings on her
waiting

palm, its cracks
brimming with waxy
rivers, to set
a striped and flamed
believing, where
as when

the tremors
go out, she'll wish
for tears to rise
and curled smoke to close
the black eyes of
heaven

Francis Scudellari

3 comments:

Jenny said...

This one has a unobtrusive feel about it, which is still powerful.

This is my favorite:

"she drips pink-
blue stings on her
waiting

palm, its cracks
brimming with waxy
rivers, to set
a striped and flamed"

Stunning lines!

Akeith Walters said...

My favorite line:

"...curled smoke to close
the black eyes of
heaven"

Beautiful image. Great writing.

Claude Limoges said...

Such a furtive pathos in this poem. Fantastic rhythm achieved. "To close the black eyes of heaven" is one of those phrases you ought to be able to build a retirement on. Beautifully done.