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Pan’s Labyrinth
Once upon a time, when the forest
was young, I wandered
through sword ferns and the moss
between my toes to a dream in the centre
of a clearing where a large fig tree
speaks to the grass in an ancient language
and sandalwood, soft as lashes,
rises from the seeping earth.
I took haven here, with the animals of the wood,
in search of a faun who had seeded himself deep
in my forehead.
Curled in a hollow of the fig tree’s roots,
I awoke to find him licking my toes
sometime after midnight.
His eyes were bright as fireflies
crouched in his face of carved bone.
His legs were the shape of a goats,
but had jutted up from granite gripped tight
in the roots of the forest.
His body was gnarled wood, fingers for vines
and when I took his paw my nose
was filled with the scent of musk
and earth.
Into my ear his hard lips whispered
of a labyrinth woven
in the trees through which
I should wander:
to prove the blood of the moon ran white
in my skin; slipped his fingers dangerously
under the collar of my dress
to seek out the crescent shaped welt
on my shoulder, to let me believe
I belonged in the sky.
Once upon a time, when the forest
was young, I wandered
through sword ferns and the moss
between my toes to a dream in the centre
of a clearing where a large fig tree
speaks to the grass in an ancient language
and sandalwood, soft as lashes,
rises from the seeping earth.
I took haven here, with the animals of the wood,
in search of a faun who had seeded himself deep
in my forehead.
Curled in a hollow of the fig tree’s roots,
I awoke to find him licking my toes
sometime after midnight.
His eyes were bright as fireflies
crouched in his face of carved bone.
His legs were the shape of a goats,
but had jutted up from granite gripped tight
in the roots of the forest.
His body was gnarled wood, fingers for vines
and when I took his paw my nose
was filled with the scent of musk
and earth.
Into my ear his hard lips whispered
of a labyrinth woven
in the trees through which
I should wander:
to prove the blood of the moon ran white
in my skin; slipped his fingers dangerously
under the collar of my dress
to seek out the crescent shaped welt
on my shoulder, to let me believe
I belonged in the sky.
Literature
Lament of an Imaginary Friend
I see you,
Do you see me?
Im looking over your shoulder,
Youre just out of reach.
Im making silly faces,
Wanting to make you smile,
But you look right through me,
And I realize you cannot see at all.
Do you remember me?
I remember you.
Those halcyon days and endless nights,
No one but us two.
Adventures to have,
Quests to begin,
Monsters to defeat.
Elaborate games and running wild and free
With Happily Ever After a guarantee.
I miss you,
Do you miss me?
Who keeps your secrets now?
Who wipes away your tears?
Who protects you from the ghosties
And ghoulies,
And long-legged beasties?
Who drow
Literature
lilith
lilith
you wore that staged, enticing
smile so easily, a child
born of cold lust -
unloved,
birthed beneath ill signs,
under unfamiliar stars.
predictably, being first
you never had a chance,
your unique gifts cursed
and underappreciated,
a little too bold and chancy
for our conservative times.
your wanton lips were turned up
at the edges so seductively,
only allowed to appear to us
from under the surface,
glistening languidly
beneath that glassy plane,
waiting patiently for us
to slowly sink, and slink in
to your regular nighttime show -
four rows from the front,
and never quite close enough
to touch.
adam wa
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Inspired by the amazing film 'Pan's Labyrinth' this poem came out almost as is
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