Saturday, September 12, 2020

Tongue and Feather

 

Raised in feather and wild

I travel moon shadows, and inky stars.

 

With feet pressed into the ancient loam

of Mother Nature’s cheek I feel the path of vixens

vibrate directions into my legs to guide me

through fool’s gravel that bruises but never leads.

 

A phantom of instinct, sister of the hunt,

I can hear the devil’s lie before it slither’s

across his lips.


©Susie Clevenger 2020

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12 comments:

  1. robkistnerSeptember 12, 2020 at 4:12 PM

    Deep, dark, and rich Susie — like poetic chocolate!

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  2. indybevSeptember 12, 2020 at 4:27 PM

    Poetic excellence! Rob's right, poetic chocolate (with whipped cream)!

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  3. Carrie Van HornSeptember 12, 2020 at 4:42 PM

    I adore every line on this Susie!! Fool's gravel that bruised but never leads, and that last line is killer awesome! Like Rob so beautifully said, this is rich like poetic chocolate!!!

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  4. JimSeptember 12, 2020 at 11:12 PM

    I enjoyed reading your logic for the telling and detecting of lies to be told. If you could reduce this to a mechanical-electrical device we all could have a pocket lie detector. But watch out, someone will invent a jammer to jam your device. That was he cat and mouse we played in the Army vs. the Air Force to check our radars and their (Air Force) jammers.
    ..

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  5. FireblossomSeptember 13, 2020 at 5:50 AM

    Oh, this is marvelous, Susie! Sounds like a canny survivor to me.

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  6. C. SandlinSeptember 13, 2020 at 6:44 AM

    Yikes. And what a perfect little fall fable.

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  7. TruedessaSeptember 13, 2020 at 6:55 AM

    That last verse is killer...a bit dark and foreboding but, the survival instincts keep one going slithering into another lie.
    A well executed bit of poetry.

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  8. Sherry Blue SkySeptember 13, 2020 at 9:07 AM

    I love "I travel moon shadows and inky stars". Wonderful!

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  9. hedgewitchSeptember 13, 2020 at 2:31 PM

    Beautiful, Susie. You put us there,with the fox and the bruise under our feet. The journey of instinct that leads and leashes us all..

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  10. HelenSeptember 14, 2020 at 12:22 PM

    A dreamy poem, Ms. Susie ..... (with a few chocolate sprinkles on top?)

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  11. qbitSeptember 14, 2020 at 6:26 PM

    "through fool’s gravel that bruises but never leads" -- Ooh! Fantastic!

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  12. purplepeninportland.comSeptember 15, 2020 at 5:21 PM

    Ooh! That last stanza, a beauty.
    "through fool’s gravel that bruises but never leads."

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