Lady Lazarus

We tell our own stories, and listen to others’, to understand life and our place in it. We tell these stories so we won’t be alone.


Lady Lazarus

I wish I could say I died once
but that’s not so.
Maybe I should confess
death found me alluring enough,
it returned for encores.

It could not bear to leave
with my taste still lingering
in its mouth. The way I gave over,
still thinking this was just courtship,
thinking I knew the dance.

Seventh time the seal.
I was promised. Death’s first dances
led me with skirts awhirl. Fourth, fifth
sixth, it dipped me low, then into
a tarantella of motion.

Death spun me away, drew me back.
Its cool fingertips my only anchor. Revelation
near, death paused its unmasking for one
final sip from my parted lips. A hard insistence
laid across its shoulder. Life was cutting in.


Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

I’m starting NaPoWriMo a little late…but better late than never.

What is NaPoWriMo you ask? NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April.

Never tried writing a poem daily. It’ll probably be ugly but what the hay? I’m taking a chance.

Why don’t you join me? 🙂

under skin
plates shifting
crashing against self

heat arcing
a line down
side to center

gathering weight
speed then slow
slower still stop

a sizzle
dancing waterdrops
across cast iron

lather rinse repeat