fever burned strange dream
on lead-weight cloth, impression
torn in half – it should be art
but for the dark – and you:
mistress of so many dying names
tangled in beautific smile,
unaware the shaken monolith of
bones behind awaits your own.
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forget me now 
congrats on getting into the PWB Poetry Collection.
“shaken monolith of bones”
amazing.
I’m digging thispoem. I am going to include it in PWB’s July Poetry Collection, posted July 13th. Thanks for being a part of PWB.
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ohh, thank you, Sara! i’m delighted that you liked this so much! bless you for the work you put in on PWB to keep us all inspired and energised!
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heyyy, Janet .. i’m totally elated that you saw the half (quarter??) rhymes in the sound-work here … they were in your comment too (but fully, LOL)
I won’t spoil it by describing what triggered it because i’d like to think this poem spun its own path and ventured way beyond my starting point …
This is sublime; beautiful half-rhyme, and as Ario mentions above, there’s something about that lead-weight cloth. The last 2 killer lines… enigmatic, indeed..:)
I had a wonderfully quiet Easter, Ario – thank you for asking! Hopefully you had a lovely time too? I know you’re working like crazy at the moment as well …
I hadn’t fully realised how exhausted i was – hence the delirious nature of this poem, perhaps? *heh
I’m so happy that you enjoyed this. Its origins were quite specific but I wanted to open it up … saying “I” is silly though – muse made the poem while I scurried along, trying to transcribe something close to what she was on about .. *grin
Hope you had a good Easter, Shell 🙂
I love this little gem of a poem I must say, especially the vivid opening image. lead-weight cloth is a particularly stark image.
But the rest is just as good. It twists and changes upon rereading. It’s enigmatic and I like the way it keeps shifting.