Wednesday, November 4, 2020

Crab And Capricorn

Razor-sharp the sound of your words,
lacerating with cruelty;
with jealousy, and obsession,
into the wounds of my heart
you do not permit to heal.

But I have learnt to atrophy
the hallucinogenic songs of illusion,
and the fascinating planets of your eyes;
I have learnt to mend, to stitch,
and seal the fragile love-jelly
in the carapace of determination: —

Throw further words heavy as stones,
and my carapace shall re-percuss them
into your capricious caprine horns:
breaking your ego, and crumbling at my feet: —
and it shall smash in thousands of pieces
beneath my feet, as I tread on it mercilessly,
as you did to my heart!

—The duel of love is over!
what we to do? —elucidate the mystery of love?
we are two weary musical-battlefield fighters:
too tired to fight any longer: —carapace and horns! —
you pick the pieces of your broken ego,
and I, those of my broken heart,
and leave the battle—to heal,
in a secret silence.
Mihaela Pirjol
Topic(s) of this poem: words
Deluke Muwanigwa 04 November 2020
Beautiful poem. The metaphors and imagery are sublime. And the story is unambigous the battle of the sexes excepting now girl power is not taking any prisoners. He broke your heart you break his ego. Fair and square and at the end there is no re match. You are both so far gone best is splitting for good. You done good.
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