Plaster Sculpture

Sculpture by Anna Keiller, poem by Abraham Gibson.

The Abduction

A kiss is a weapon

it can strike you

Or stand guard… about your world

Loneliness is not bitter

if there is

… sun light in your soul

We do not care for summer

the birds chatter too loudly

the branches

… steal light

from the sky

Music is not ours

if we cannot hear its heart beat

love is not content

if we…

cannot hear its sigh

He found her sensuality

beautiful / disturbing

it reached him…

through her breath

over miles

and

across streams

The sun filtered

through the trees

like ribbons

The deeper he ventured

into the forest

the tighter

the ribbons

wrapped around his veins!

Be my soldier

Be my king

Hold me while I sleep

Be my soldier

Be my king!

Madness is a holding fast

and a letting go

His melancholy a dance with pain

that aches with hope

How do you keep a song quiet

that entices your every mood

if he could hear this music…

Who else could?

Their meeting place

was stained

ram shackled

danced over

And she has never been seen again

half of his mind…

still waits for her

half of his mind!

half of his mind

is being chased by the grief

Be my soldier

be my king

Be my soldier

be my king!

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