The closer we get to full

That Moon

Foot sore, she teeters on heels to the end
of the driveway tonight, ready to roll
the garbage can back into the garage
then stops mid-teeter to glance at the moon.
Clear, star-bright sky peers back at her, its wrapped
around the crescent, cradling it in
a midnight blue blanket against the chill.

In one split second (that lasts for hours)
she is caught in the light of memories  –
images of him somewhere watching
that same moon, wishing on one of those stars.
As quickly as it came, it’s gone; she’s left
behind, to stand and stare up at the moon
alone now and teetering on the edge.

~
Siobhan
10/04/11

 

fluff the pillows

A Well-Made Bed
 
This bed we made – yes, ‘we’ for it would be
only half-undone had we not both slipped
from the sheets weary and wanting something –
this bed is cold. Soiled sheets, stained with life
lessons, wait to be washed clean with tears, dried
with warmth – smiles caught in one another’s
eyes as we glance back – look forward with hope.
 
We circle around the bedposts, caress
the polished wood we clung to in passion,
ghost smiles dancing on lips once kiss-bruised
and swollen. Lay down alongside me here;
feel the newness of clean sheets spread beneath
us, waiting to cradle creation – chance –
possibilities – in a well-made bed.
 

© Siobhan
May 21, 2009

 

when can you tell the difference?

Heart Ache

Is this pain in her chest heartache or heart
ache? It buckles beneath her breast, stretches
beyond her shoulder to elbow and sinks
in the pit of her stomach. No little
twinge, a heavy throb against ribs, creeping
up along jaw-line and twisting her smile
downward. Contrary to the expected,
it settles deep within her belly – caught
between her desire for its release
and her need to breathe his scent one more time.

Passion she thought dulled to pale memory
snakes between her shoulder blades, puts pressure
between them, seeps throughout her – and she knows
this is a different kind of heart attack.

©Siobhan
04-22-09

 

Mirror, Mirror

Weightless

 

I fell into the mirror while bending

over my reflection; slipped into it

and, tumbling down past today, tripped back

toward where I was when we first met – weightless.

 

Surrounded by memories, I could see

forward – where I stood outside the mirror.

A sliver of existence wondering

how I’d gone from one place to the other.

 

Neither image seemed to be able to answer

the how or the why – both could see the where;

Yesterday and today shouted our life

back and forth – what could have been and what was.

 

Caught between two planes of reality

I found myself – again – wandering love.

 

 

©Siobhan

1-27-09