The trail you lost


Spit(e) and ashes — words.

A pull of liquid fire flows
as worms inside my veins

I’m a cuddling want,
a wishful night, a silky corpse.

I’m the black prose
you scribbled down in haste
the clotted blood,
the screams, the dreams.

I’m an old man singing,
slightly out of tune,
of breadcrumbs dropped,
the brittle trail you lost.

Hunter on Horseback, Redcovering the Trail by Gustave Courbet

Hunter on Horseback, Redcovering the Trail by Gustave Courbet


I’m linking up with 60 words to toads where Mama Zen also gives us a wordlist of ultraconserved words.. I have used a few.

June 26, 2015

23 responses to “The trail you lost

  1. TIght little piece bjorn.
    There are some pathes it is better we not take, and there are those we lose, for whatever reason. Hopefully they don’t haunt us like that song, of the prose that sneaks up on us in the dark.

  2. I am nuts over this poem. Really incredible work. Love this:

    “a silky corpse.
    I’m the black prose
    you scribbled down in haste”

  3. I love this.
    I am slow but I am now following. I like your style.
    Thanks for visiting.

  4. Some excellent metaphors in this poem. My favorite stanza is the last one…and I wonder where the breadcrumbs lead.

  5. A cascade of haunting metaphors expressing the dark depths of human regret and thus, an iconic literary theme: the trail lost (the road not taken, the shattered dream, the life not lived, and so on and so on.) Very, very cool!

  6. I think the speaker might be a lost poem, talking to the writer who couldn’t quite hold onto the words.

  7. These paths are going where I don’t want to be. Right away I was liking your poem, “worms inside my veins” got me going.
    That line reminded me of a book called “Drood” by Dan Simmons which is his take on Charles Dicken’s unfinished book of the same title. Drood would control his subject by injection of worms under his control. The worms would then make it into his victim’s brain.
    ..

  8. One of my all time favorites of yours, Bjorn–really stellar. I especially liked..’…I’m a cuddling want,
    a wishful night, a silky corpse’
    That is my kind of man. ;_) Very neat detail from Courbet you chose, also–I love the brooding brownness of his work.

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