A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
I’m happy to report that Bastet and Paloma will be back here at B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond, as usual, soon. Thanks to both of them for letting me be a small part of this community by filling in for a while.
I was recently reading a poetry anthology when I came across a poem by Lisel Mueller.
She was born in Hamburg, Germany in 1924. Her family emigrated to the United States when she was 15, fleeing the Nazi regime, and settled in the Mid-West. Lisel began writing poetry after her mother’s death as a way of expressing her grief. She has been awarded numerous literary prizes, including the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 997.
What happened is, we grew lonely
living among the things,
so we gave the clock as face,
the chair a back,
the table four stout legs
which will never suffer fatigue.
We fitted our shoes with tongues
as smooth as our own
and hung tongues inside bells
so we could listen
to their emotional language
and because we loved graceful profiles
the pitcher received a lip,
the bottle a long slender neck.
Even what was beyond us
was recast in our image,
we gave the country a heart,
the storm an eye.
the cave a mouth
so we could pass into safety.
© Lisel Mueller
you are my
where nightmares can hide
© cgk 2016
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Toodle-loo for now, Candy