Friday, April 22, 2011

the star chamber

by Jesse s mitchell

illustrated by rhoda penmarq



The Star Chamber





Midnight bloom that is called the moon,
It didn’t come from a flower 
And it didn’t come from seed.
Great big bloom they made the moon,










But it didn’t come from fire
And it didn’t come from seed,
It came from a wound and it needs to bleed.
(forever and forever and forever and forever)






It sits on top of me, above me 
Like a crown,
A crown of tiny little flames,
So only Moses knows











And I can’t read,
I can’t read a word.
And it comes down like gravel, rockslide
And lets the water in









Mara mara,
Bitter water in,
And it makes something sinister of the sounds
The spiral and twist on my lips,

(forever and forever and forever and forever)






Oh oleander, oleander, nerium oleander, toxic in all its parts,
Oh Leander, Leander, guided by light
Drown to death seeking a Hero.
Toxic in its parts.










Sunrise bites holes in the sky, great giant holes
The Sunshine eats holes in sky,
Perforated from the Earth it tears away…
So easily, wrapped in a blanket







Filled with hot coals,
Burn your lips, 
Go fly with the birds,
Perforated and torn.

(forever and forever and forever and forever)







Oh oleander, oleander, nerium oleander, toxic in all its parts,
Oh Leander, Leander, guided by light
Drown to death seeking a Hero.
Toxic in its parts,










But it didn’t come from fire
And it didn’t come from seed,
It came from a wound and it needs to bleed.


2 comments:

Old 333 said...

Ah, good to read that one again. It's excellent, Jesse. And the illustrations were as always brilliant, rhoda. Thanks, for a perfect capstone to my coffee and communication time today. Loved it.

Peter

kathleenmaher said...

Maybe I'm just paying more attention today, but not only did I like this, I learned...things to huge to say.