The scar of pearls


Darkly overhead on wings of dead-and-gone
to woods where feeble ferns are teeth, and tongues
where from the drying throats: a suitors’ voice
a praise of clay and stone, demanding choice:
Of scars: a legacy to rot: a quest
to cage her as the uninvited guest.
She seeks the pressure of his booted heel.
She meets his ember heat that make her feel
his naked heart of ash and icicles
When warmth has slipped it’s no more difficult,
she meets the paleness of the reaper’s scythe
and in the miry paths, his woods, the blithe
of dreamless sleep and once again my girl:
the treasured child becomes protected pearl.

La Mort: C'est moi qui te rends sérieuse; enlaçons-nous by Odilon Redon

La Mort: C’est moi qui te rends sérieuse; enlaçons-nous by Odilon Redon

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September 3, 2015

31 responses to “The scar of pearls

  1. This is quite a dense verse. It feels a bit of danse macabre, or a dance with death. I feel the contrast between the coldness and the hear, but I dont feel a fear in it, maybe a strength. The pearl image seems like the closing of the coffin.

  2. This poem, written with such a cold tone, make me feel as if iciness of this poem. There is no warmth in evidence and no human kindness. Lines such as “She seeks the pressure of his booted heel” give it a very eerie feel. Somehow the ‘treasured child’ doesn’t seem very treasured at all.

  3. I think it’s a variation of Hansel and Gretel. I see it being about a young, innocent girl happening upon what she believes to be an inviting, friendly cottage in the woods. But come to find out, a dangerous man lives there, and he ensnares her. Maybe it’s a kidnapping scenario. He abuses her, she grows to like/crave it as he messes with her head. But by the end, I think you’ve rescued her and you’re going to keep her safe because you have far better intentions than he. This reminds me of some of the books I’ve read about the psychological damaging done to kidnapping victims, the way they come to love and defend their captors. Even after they’re rescued, they suffer damages for a long time, if not forever. So maybe you’re like her dad, best friend, lover … the one who has to help her pick up the pieces after she’s been set free.

  4. Damn, brother, you have brought a cold sensuality to death, a demonic dance of loss, or capitulation, of conquest; like the lore of powerful vampires; everlasting orgasmic sex, betrayed by their own body. So very dark, sure, as some of your other poetics are, but really just an exercise in aesthetics, far from real emotional despair. I like the lines
    /a suitor’s voice/a praise of clay & stone, demanding choices/.

  5. What a chilling and dark sonnet ~ I specially admire the rhyming scheme and cadence of:

    she meets the paleness of the reaper’s scythe
    and in the miry paths, his woods, the blithe

    The ending line is such an unexpected twist ~

  6. Maybe I just have the seasons on my mind, but I see this as the shift from summer/fall to winter… I love the language used, and the dark mood, even as it does make me shiver, in more ways than one!

  7. Björn, you do know your way around some words I’ll give you that. Chilling, yet darkly sensual this contrast of fire and ice sends shivers either way.

  8. Lovely dark words and I must admit I don’t quite understand its meaning – but think maybe Kelly might be right?

    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

  9. This is very much like a dark fairytale. And aren’t they all dark? It’s chilling and beautifully written. I wonder if you ever record your poetry, Bjorn. This would sound wonderful read aloud.

  10. I like the way the words dance between darkness and light. It reminds me of The Phantom of the Opera.

  11. Not the same rhythm but this puts me in mind of the dark and sensual writings of Poe. It seems maybe September has some of us thinking of endings, of soon to come coldness. The shell enclosing the pearl, the casket lid enclosing the girl…..this also puts me in mind of some of your previous poems. Maybe someday, students will be studying your use of the pearl as a symbol for death. Interesting write.

  12. Not sure I get the meaning in its entirety, but “legacy to rot” is making me think it surely is about death and the thereafter…maybe not. Intriguing.

  13. Suitor males..
    only weapon
    skin red..
    heArt fails
    ashes fall
    what comes
    may will next..
    what
    grows
    not
    heart..
    perhaps
    what is hidden
    grows more Feel
    a woman’s heart
    so much more
    than above
    so
    below heArt i LOVE..:)

  14. This is intense and packed with such skilled use of form (which lends to the overall effect) and poetic techniques such as slant rhyme and alliteration. I envy your ease with this type of poem.

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