You open jars of liquid night.
to separate the sinew from my bones.
You shut the silent chest of drawers,
hiding velvet millstones from sight.
You open and shut the horizon
slicing all my senses raw — awakened
to the proudest sunshine shared
from the ocean in your eyes.
Grace introduce us to the work of David Huerta at toads and gives us an open field to write poems inspired by his work. I chose to work very close to the way he wrote his poem open and shut. I will also link this to Poetry Pantry.
January 10, 2014