How Heavy the Gold

How cold the face that bears this crown
how heavy the gold
tethered and hooded like a hawk.
where is the wildflower girl who ran with the clouds
in days so free they skipped like flat rocks over water.
now confined in velveted prison walls for the care and leading of a people she
has never met
and the responsibility tightens like a noose.
while a far off glimpse of wings among the trees sets her soul to thrumming
with a longing so deep the bottom can’t be seen….

©jayetomas2014

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About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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6 Responses to How Heavy the Gold

  1. Jane Risdon says:

    I always enjoy your poem and this one especially. I don’t think your style is strange at all. I like it. Thanks for sharing your thoughts here and your poems are good, so you are a writer! 🙂

  2. Simply lovely and enchanting. How subtlety you captivated here. Glad I found you in the strange woods of WordPress. Joyously hit, f-o-l-l-o-w, with your blog today.

    I’ll be wandering in a path away from the well trod roads, hoping to meander into yours again. Until then, may the Light find you…and the Darkness awaken something that was lost…

    Blessed Be,

    The Bardic Amazon

  3. chimerapoet says:

    Reblogged this on Chimera Poetry and commented:

    One year ago….

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