Tag Archives: Caryatid

Gargoyle or Caryatid

Crouched above you, she holds everything against the mantle and flicks  lit matches, narrowly escaping your exposed proud flesh. I could be  her before another renovation after rain.

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Parisian Caryatid

One quarter of a Wallace fountain, I am green cast-iron, hoping to hold up my end  of the bargain. If my sisters are kind, simple, charitable, can I be  sober beside them? I support dolphins along certain boulevards  to blend … Continue reading

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Roadhouse Revisited (Day 365)

She will answer her own question with another question wrapped inside a brilliantly clean pattern of reds, blacks, gold—  a pattern bleeding into another, into another without end. “Will I make it to the roadhouse without dying tonight?” Spotting  an … Continue reading

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Rodin’s Caryatid

Bronze pillar come down to rest your arms upon your right knee, bow your head toward that knee beneath the burden  of your stone. Your robe has fallen, a bundle upon your left thigh, a foot exposed, arching taut as … Continue reading

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Caryatid’s Offering

Suffering gratitude is a burden she will carry from the well to the fire in a vessel upon her shoulders— understanding spilling like new wine speaking in tongues to the warmed earth. She endures the gift exchange of her clan, … Continue reading

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